I’m lucky enough to have family and friends scattered around the UK & Ireland. In this case, it was another visit to my beloved younger sister all the way in Dublin. Although realistically it’s quite a simple journey, it does involve various amounts of transport; train, flight and even a bus journey before I’m outside her doorstep awaiting a new adventure in another city.
Now Dublin city is grand but on a rare sunny day, the masses emerge and pack their way onto a train to get closer to the sea or more specifically head to Howth; a suburb of Dublin. Whilst walking along the pier it’s a fine sight ‘seaing’ (see what I did there?) all the daily caught seafood and even more so, the row of restaurants all packed with seafood lovers giving the area a vibrant, excited atmosphere.
We eventually settled on Octopussy; a seafood tapas restaurant nestled-in amongst the other restaurants.
Now the restaurant itself is small with barely enough room to breathe, some may call it cosy others may call it uncomfortable depending on your definition of personal space.
Strangely, a table opened up around the corner in a cosy little spot away from the main dining area; the only one in the restaurant. That’s one way to feel like a VIP.
After uhhming and ahhing at what seafood to pick, we settled on oysters to start. Incredibly fresh and light, exactly what they should be with plenty of lemon for that extra citrus burst.
We also ordered the mixed shellfish platter arriving with plenty of mussels, prawns, crab claws served with more lemon. The shellfish was just as it should be, succulent and cooked just right. The mussels swimming in a garlic butter sauce was also more than delightful.
Another buttery sauce but this time with scallops wasn’t my favourite dish; slightly rubbery and missing the char I enjoy from being pan-fried. The presentation also left a lot to be desired, served in an awkward oval-shaped dish with far too much sauce.
With no dessert menu and instead a memorised reciting from our waitress (who was in fact talkative and friendly without being over-bearing) we chose the chocolate cake and tiramisu. The chocolate cake was acceptable leaning a little on the dry side but the tiramisu was terrible, so terrible in fact I’m shielding you from the full image, (if you really must you can you see the unfortunate tiramisu in the background above). There are no words to describe the Italian dessert sacrilege that happened that day.
Octopussy served it’s purpose with fresh seafood, crisp white wine and a cosy atmosphere to match. Some dishes were better than others (I’d avoid the desserts), but when you’re eating fresh food served on the pier whilst breathing-in the Irish air, sometimes there’s nothing more you can ask for.
– Octopussy’s Seafood Tapas, Howth (Dublin)