Las Tapas De Lola

You'll walk past this narrow Wexford Street spot a dozen times before noticing it, but once you're inside, you'll understand why getting a table here requires military-level planning. The dining room feels like someone's Spanish grandmother's front parlour - all warm lighting and mismatched chairs - but the food is serious business. The tortilla española arrives thick as a doorstop and creamy in the centre, exactly as it should be. Their jamón ibérico doesn't mess about either - properly aged and sliced to order. The patatas bravas come with that slightly smoky sauce that'll have you scraping the plate clean. It's the kind of place where you order far too much because everything sounds brilliant, then somehow manage to finish every last bite.