Delighted that celebrity haunt The Unicorn off Merrion Row was reopening, our critic couldn’t wait to check it out for herself
Capesante of West Cork scallops, Hick’s black pudding and apple. Photo: Lucinda O’Sullivan
A Hallelujah chorus sounded (in my head anyway) when I heard that after being closed for yonks, the legendary Unicorn was rearing its head once again. In its Charlie Haughey heyday of the 1980s and ’90s, it was a place that attracted a hedonistic high-flying set who thrived on more than a sprinkling of mischief…
The haunt of the media, politicians, spin doctors, and glamorous ladies about town such as the late beautician Bronwyn Conroy and gossip columnist Terry Keane, its long Saturday lunches, which most often kicked off and finished up in The Horseshoe Bar of The Shelbourne hotel, were legendary. Over bottles of Barolo and shoestring spaghetti, the mixum-gatherum flirted and frolicked with much table hopping and the essential exchanging of gossip.
