Old Mill Restaurant

You're walking down Temple Bar on a Friday night and the smell of butter and fish stock pulls you in. Old Mill does that thing where it doesn't try too hard—the dining room's warm without being fussy, and the staff actually know what they're talking about. The menu reads like someone's idea of proper Dublin eating: creamy chowders, fresh fish that tastes like the sea, steaks cooked the way you asked. It's the kind of place where locals still book tables, which tells you everything. Prices won't bankrupt you either, hovering around the mid-range for what you're getting.