$$$$, Contemporary, Temple Bar
Fodor's Review:
In the Clarence Hotel, you can sit around all day and hope that Bono and the boys of U2 -- they own the joint after all -- might turn up for a quick snack. Other stars of stage and screen often stay at the hotel and stop in at the Tea Room. Minimalistically hued in golden oak, eggshell white, and light yellows, the high-ceiling room is a perfect stage for off-duty celebs. The contrast between this high-vaulted cocoon and busy Essex Street -- whose madding crowds can be glimpsed through the double-height windows -- is nowhere else as dramatic. Drama is also found on the newer-than-now nouvelle menu. You can opt for either adventurous specials -- -Spatchcock Quail with pea puree, truffled wild mushroom, and pistachio vinaigrette, anyone? -- or such consistently good, typically mouthwatering delights as the panfried foie gras with caramelized onion tatin, "wicked apple" cider, and muscat raisins, or the risotto of Carlingford mussels and courgettes. Obviously, the menu is as chic as the customers.