Crackbird Restaurant, Dublin, Ireland

Posted on
Dec 17, 2012

Some of the fowl offerings at Crackbird.

I walked into Crackbird with a bit of trepidation.

It’s an immensely popular restaurant in Dublin, and they specialize in fried chicken – as well as grilled and roasted – but fried is their signature, and the name of the restaurant is a play on its apparently addictive qualities.

They want you to describe the birds they cook as being like crack. And, frankly, that’s not how I would put it.

Despite my family’s European roots, I grew up on fried chicken. It wasn’t that we ate it all that often, and it was rarely store bought (though occasionally, on days when my mother had class, or my grandparents had to be driven to doctor’s appointments, or when no one could be bothered, it was). My mom would while away an afternoon dredging and battering chicken, and gingerly placing it into a cast-iron pot filled with oil.

The stove top would bubble and foam and splatter, eventually yielding gorgeous, golden-brown pieces of chicken.

I remember it, because despite the garlic powder present in the coating, and the fact that it was often cooked alongside a pot of pasta, it was one of the truly, quintessentially American parts of my upbringing. We’d tear into pieces while they were still scalding hot, so that we were immediately forced to leave our mouths half open, frantically waving our hands to cool down the bites we’d taken.

God, we were dumb. But it was because we truly, genuinely could not wait a second before eating that damn chicken. It was delicious. And every now and then my mother would pop in from the kitchen, grab a piece from our hands (claiming that she needed to see if it was cooked) and would steal a bite or three, at which point we’d yell, “HEY!” despite there being plenty more pieces on the table.

I remember it fondly. And even if I manage to wipe away some of the nostalgia and try to see that chicken for what it was, I can still tell you – it was damn good.

Crackbird does not compare to that chicken. There is no way it ever could, and it is perhaps unfair to expect it to. The chicken is decent, and available in a myriad of preparations, and served with your choice of a half-dozen sauces.

But to an American, to anyone who regards fried chicken as part of their cultural identity, it lacks something. It might be buttermilk biscuits. It might a legacy of cooking this meal for generations. It might be salt.

But something is missing.

I walked in suspecting this would be the case, treading warily to our table, and perhaps this was why Crackbird didn’t quite measure up – my expectations had already made doing so nearly impossible.

Hell, they’ve named the restaurant Crackbird – they’re sort of asking for trouble.

The soy garlic marinated chicken was good, but it was (proverbially at least) another animal entirely.

Seeing the fowl cornucopia that had been ordered by our group (“For the table”, Rand and others kept saying, so much that I’ve started wonder if that phrase wards off calories. I’ve whispered it to myself before eating a large bowl of gelato, and the results thus far are inconclusive. I will keep you posted.) I was able to convince the waiter I was responsible by ordering the spinach and pomegranate salad, topped with the chicken brochettes.

And in the interest of honesty, I will tell you: I didn’t know what brochettes were when I ordered them. But the word sounded a bit like “briquettes” so I figured they would be approximately the size and shape of those pre-pressed pieces of charcoal that we used to buy before the Fourth of July every year.

Incidentally, they were, but this was purely by a stroke of luck. Brochettes actually have little to do with briquettes. It comes from the French word for skewer, and refers to meat that is cooked in that manner.

The salad was overdressed and not quite acidic enough. The brochettes were a tiny bit dry – easy remediable by the small tub of burned-lemon and feta dip that I had ordered. The combo was nice, and satisfying.

But it was not my mom’s fried chicken.

Indeed, the best part about Crackbird turned out to be the company and the conversation we had with the locals who had led us there. It was splendid and animated, full of stories that you wish were your own to tell.

And when I think of our talks and that night? I remember the chicken tasting better than it was. And I start wondering if that had been my mom’s secret, too.


Crackbird Restuarant

60 Dame Street

Dublin 2

If you go …

  • Crackbird is a “pop-up” restaurant, which (I am very disappointed to say) has nothing to do with serving popovers or Pop Rocks, nor does it mean there is a guy named “Pop” who will greet you at the door. It simply refers to the fact that the restaurant’s location isn’t necessarily permanent. It might close down without warning. Fall in love with the staff at your own risk.
  • The lemonade is excellent (and apparently one of the restaurateur’s signatures). And don’t forget to try the burned lemon feta dip.
  • Reservations can apparently be made via Twitter (send them an @ reply, and they will DM you confirmation). Note: this doesn’t seem to work that often.
  • Expect service to be a little spotty. It took us a while to get our food, and our cutlery, and our bill. I’m fairly sure some stuff we ordered didn’t arrive at all. But whatever. It was nice. We had fun.

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  • There is no question in my mind that the company can make — or break — a meal.

    Unfortunately, my fried chicken eating is confined to the rest stops on the NJ Turnpike and Garden State Expressway. I spend the rest of the day feeling very thirsty and mildly nauseous.

  • I have to say that Ireland has some of the worst food I’ve had anywhere in the world. We had a running joke that it was “missing that thing… what’s it called? … flavor.” The beer? genius. The people? fantastic. The food? break into your stash of granola bars, because you’re going to eat nothing with flavor for the next few days. I didn’t expect much more from a country that only escaped starvation due to their ingenuity with potatoes; where the culinary star that has made it to the rest of the world is corned beef and cabbage.

  • Alexandra Shiels

    Maybe I’m overly pedestrian/rigid but I tend to stay away from eating things that I know aren’t really a country’s or region’s specialty. I live in Austin, a lovely city that has a great food scene but they’ve yet to really get a handle on Italian cuisine. The best pizza and pasta dishes here are non-offensive at best, but the BBQ here kicks NY (where I’m originally from) BBQ’s ass so hard. As for Ireland, it wouldn’t have dawned on me to go to a fried chicken place (but I guess that’s why you’re the travel blogger and I’m not!) since like your mom, I know my mom would make infinitely better fried chicken for me. But when I get over there one of these days, you can bet I will be eating my weight in black pudding and drinking copious amounts of Guinness. Apologies to any Irish person here for my woefully limited knowledge of your cuisine. I can’t wait to try it all, but fried chicken in Ireland just wouldn’t be first stop 😀

  • Is it weird that I got kind of emotional over this? Whatever… Nice writing.
    And in reference to the next post – that is last time I saw Far and Away too.

  • I’ve gotta say, I’m very late to this party, but my husband and I went to Crackbird in 2013 and we loved it. LOVED. But what do we know about fried chicken? We’re Canadian. 😀

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