THIS gourmet food hall, restaurant and wine cellar on Exchequer Street is the reason why Sorcha's never home from work before 9pm these days. She'll buy anything once it's organic, free range and looks like it's been bottled by Yves Saint Laurent . . . like most south Dubliners, I suppose.
I can't complain, though. I've been eating like focking Zara Phillips since Sorcha discovered it . . . wild grouse, Rocquefort, linseed bread, wild blueberry preserve with a hint of lavender. . .
And the restaurant upstairs is out of this world. They say that if you put a bomb in there on a Friday night, you wouldn't find a barrister in Dublin on the Saturday morning.
And yet nobody has. . .
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