Harcourt Diner

It’s interesting to say the least, at least after all the clubs and pubs around close down. There’s actually a bouncer guy that walks around and keeps the place tidy and under control. Had a little dinner and a show with some friends as a girl lost her top for a second; not sure if that helps or hurts this review though. The curry chips are pretty good, and the chicken fillet wasn’t the worst I’ve ever had but I wouldn’t recommend going to this place before 2am. For what it is though, it’s really pretty clean and wasn’t too crazy with way-​too-​drunk kids considering the time. 3 stars is in comparison to other similar places.

em not being sober when I visited this place I can’t tell you whether these burgers pass muster with my sober palate, but when drunk I thought my burger was amazing! And I felt strangely not hungover the next days so it must have been good soakage… at least it isn’t Ricos!

So this isn’t the place to bring a first date, or to propose marriage, land ownership or take an oath of office. What Harcourt Diner lacks in grooming, it makes up in greasy, guilty-​pleasure chip buttys on a rainy day.
I’ll definitely be giving this a miss when planning my next business dinner, however for a chance to sit in with two slices of white and a bottle of diet coke as rain pelts down on a cold afternoon… it’s not so bad.

Ughhhh… stay away from this one. For me, after a night out on town, grabbing a greasy burger before bedtime is a ritual. It can sometimes be the highlight of the evening, if the food is good and the night was crap. And as I go out way to often for my own health or wallet, I like to mix up the joints a bit.
Had passed Harcourt Diner numerous times before I eventually went in. The reason I did was because it was more quiet than I’ve ever seen it. Maybe the post-​pub grubbers have had the same bad experience that I did. I asked for my burger well done but was served a rare piece of meat that still managed to be dry. Didn’t even know that was possible. And the bun was far from fresh. Even though their customers are mostly intoxicated party-​people, they still have to have some standards. Want a Harcort burger? No thanks!

After reading the other reviews I am a bit wary to give my real opinion of this place because everyone is saying that the regular customers are total booze hounds who dont know any better.
I do have a fine reputation to up hold but ya know what i might let down just a little in the eyes of my fellow Unilocalers and say that i actually like going here after a night out! so there! right, im not a big sober joe going in, far from it but im not like the other reviewers describe, im far from that too, sometimes!
I dont come for the chips or the burgers or the kebabs i come for the pizza! yum! not many places do a good pizza at the time of night and not many places are ones that you would like to sit in while you eat.
So there you go Harcourt Diner, I’ll stand up for you, i love you i love your staff i love your pizza and i like the warm have you rprovide on those miserable rainy Dublin nights. i dont like your toilets though! sure no is perfect are they?

When I think of Harcourt Diner I just get the giggles. It makes most of its money from the inebriated partygoers that have just staggered unceremoniously from the nightclubs Tripod or Crawdaddys on the other side of the road. Once you get in there all you want to do is devour the most insalubrious, greasy burger possible, and as it would appear, so does everybody else. After you place your order you are given a raffle ticket with a number on. When your meal is ready they will then call out your number to signal you to go and collect your meal. This sees a hilarious series of situations occur whereby the staff are shrieking numbers across the restaurant that nobody is taking any notice of and when the customer in question finally recoup some kind of assiduousness from their drunkenness and realize the number being called is theirs their reaction is akin to like they have won the lottery. Whatever unsavoury option you have gone for at this time of night and after the large session you’ve had you are hypnotized into thinking that the cuisine in here is really something special and delight in every mouth-​watering chip or bite of your chicken burger. It all goes down a treat. Harcourt Diner doesn’t claim to be anything but a friendly takeaway, they cater well for the stampede of drunken students regularly with patience, decent food and always a smile on their face.

The Harcourt Diner caters mostly for the clientelle of Tripod, The Pod and Crawdaddy’s in the wee hours.
It’s a pretty standard chipper, and definitely wouldn’t be my first choice if I was conscious enough to walk any further. It’s one of those places that only really cater to the inebriated, and have a flavour of the zombie apocalypse about them at four a.m. on a Sunday morning.
So two stars for this greasy spoon, not my fav by a long chalk, lacking in the pure lunacy provided by Burger Max and the taco fries of an Abra Kebabra but, sure, it’s grand like.

The Harcourt Diner would be like my 6^th choice on a list of takeaways to go to on a night out.
I mean it’s fine, just nothing spectacular. I do like their curry chips, but this is usually where I end up if my shoes are just KILLING me after dancing the night away on Harcourt st (not the actual st, in one of the venues that resides on the st) and I just cant go any further. Or if it suddenly begins to rain and I run for cover. Or if everywhere else is closed.
It’s kind of like a last resolution kinda place, but as I said, it’s fine. It’s a chipper… nothing wrong with that! I do find it kind of funny that it’s called Harcourt DIner but it’s not actually on Harcourt St… interesting.