Brasserie Sixty6 is over ten years old now, still serving great rotisserie chicken and mash, grilled steaks and even a suckling pig if you are organised enough and hungry enough. Always a good bet for good food, service and a damn fine night out.
Sixty6 led the charge to change Sth. Great George's Street into the foodie Mecca it has become. It's easy to forget that when they opened, it was a fairly lonely furrow. Since then of course they have been joined by 777, Rustic Stone, Fade Street Social, and all the other restaurants that now inhabit this foodie quarter of Dublin City.
It is a large premises, with a double front that stretches all the way back to the walls of Dublin Castle. There are two parallel dining rooms to the front, while further back the rooms opens up, and diners are afforded a view of the open plan kitchen. A feature chandelier Hans from the ceiling, a wall of plates dominates the entrance and a cocktail bar fairly rocks when it's busy, which is most of the time.
Brasserie Sixty6 is all about the meat, served from their rotisserie, or flame grilled or slow cooked. We have reviewed Sixty 6 several times since they opened, and always liked it. Paolo liked it too, and here is a little snippet of his review from almost a decade ago;
"For the main courses Roz had picked the Sixty6 rotisserie half chicken, one of the signature dishes.....I'd picked the sausage and mash option, where there was a choice of Cajun sausage, chive sausage or Italian sausage. Naturally I'd picked the Italian one, which was flavoured with the anisette taste of fennel. The sausages came on a bed of mash, and although a simple dish, I enjoyed it enormously."
I recently visited with Deirdre, the cleverer, prettier half for an early dinner after an afternoon shopping on Grafton Street. We arrived about six on a Friday and already the room was filling up. A table opposite the bar with plenty of room saw us nicely set up, and a bottle of Erdinger and some sparkling water, with homemade bread to nibble, made us happy while we checked out the menu.
Some things have changed obviously, but it's still true to its roots. The menu is short by some standards, but manages to pack in several dishes we liked the sound of. A cold October day made the choices easier; this was a day for meat, and while the rotisserie chicken is a favourite, we decided to try some others.
Elaine Nolan has been the GM here since the beginning, and who better to ask. She recommended the rib of beef or the wild boar chop, and that pretty much settled that, except for the addition of a seared tuna starter for me.
We settled back and before we noticed it the room had packed up, so now there was a pleasing buzz of conversation and laughter. It's big enough to handle it though, and the sounds of people being happy and having fun on a Friday after a long week were really quite enjoyable.
The seared tuna arrived, looking very pretty on its plate with wafer thin radish slices and shoots. It was perfectly cooked as I'd requested, seared on the outside, but still red inside. I prefer my tuna almost raw, and these perfect little slices were fabulous.
Our main courses arrived; on a plate wooden platter for me, with a twin boned rib of sticky barbeque rib standing proudly to attention. A bowl of crusty sweet potato wedges came on the side, and the sticky, sweet, smoky sauce was fabulous. I asked for more, and even when I had had more than my fill, couldnt resist dipping another morsel of meat or half a wedge in for more.
Deirdre's pork chop was on a bed of Savoy cabbage, and was juicy and tender and had a real tasted of pork, so often missing when the meat is sourced from intensively farmer animals. This was the opposite; it tasted like pork used to and was the perfect comfort food plate.
We somehow managed desserts, the special dessert tummy crying out for a sweet after our carnivorous adventures. Dee had the poached pear which was light and rather lovely, and as healthy a dessert as you could wish. I on the other hand couldn't resist a slice of the velvet raspberry cake and an Americano, and we eventually waddled off into the night, with a small bag of the impossible to finish rib of beef, all wrapped up and going home to be introduced to our other family member, the bold Rafa, and tiny terrier who actually smiled after being given his treat.
Brasserie Sixty6 is almost an institution, and it deserves to be. Delicious food, a fine setting and good service mean it always hits the spot. All cities have places you want to go back to for a bite with friends, and Brasserie Sixty6 fulfils that function. Very well. It's like a warm hug from an old friend.