Milano in Dublin

14/09/2026: Lovely restaurant and great service, The food is first class 🙏

12/09/2026: Behold Mario! He grew among the ursid folk in the thin air and thickets; there, with that reigning bird-of-Jove circling o'er did he find an appetite for the eye that sees the frost of peaks. Mario with his eagle and ursids took of the eternal tree's overflowing sap. Eternally-recurring, eternally-returning is this tree! Like the rising-falling sun, this tree too becomes weary of its plenitude and seeks to send forth its wonders, so they might prosper through the workings of another beast. O what would this tree be without Mario, his eagle and his ursids! Without their yearning snouts gazing upon its sky-reaching stature! Behold! Mario too becomes weary of his abundance! Like a hive that has gathered to much honey – he needs cupped hands outstretched to take it! He: the cup that wants to overflow! He: Mario! shall send pouring his light 'til the hungry revel in their plenty, and the wise in their folly! Thus began Mario's downgoing, to the town named 'Piety'. When Mario arrived in the valley village with his pots and pans and plants a plenty, the people thought him strange and unsettling. They turned their shoulders to him and huddling in their heaps they muttered thus to one another, and blinked: 'Who is this vile cook who comes from the Ursid peaks?... where those bilious bruins dwell...', 'Yes who! Who is this fool who laughs behind his pots of sanguine sauce? Who dances with his pans, as though instead of pans they were indeed musicians?'. Then an elder near the centre of the huddle piped up, ''And those pots you see, they do not cook our Pious stew. He cooks a stew quite different, Nay! in fact! it is no stew! Let alone a Pious one!' Thus spoke the elder, blinking. And with this the disgruntled mass of Pious folk departed from that scene with a sententious sense of accomplishment. Come evening, when the town had grown tired of its labours, and was quite dormant, a few Piousites with keen nostrils, snook about the town of Piety. Dipping from inky shadow to shadow, they followed that new and curious scent, 'til at longsolast they found Mario at his work, roasting a great boar on his Olympic flame. In raucous frenzy, they greeted this strange foreigner, making Mario merry gifts of herbs and liquors. A set of drunken carpenters carried forth a table long and sturdy, and the potters came clinking down the lane with plates round and fat. All was jovial and drunken! Articulating the senseless sound and merriment, a composed Piousite thumped the hem of her blouse, and spoke thus, 'Noble Stranger! Long have we, in this town of Piety, eaten of boiled meats and valley stew, which neither settle nor discomfort the body. And Long! Long have i longed for a fatty proliferation! For a great abundance! For an impious indulgence! a dance! and a bowl of something flavourful! We beseech of you, O strange chef, a great feast!' And thus began the banquet!