A firm favorite for Friday lunch
Great staff, very helpful
New menu is pretty good, the Porcetta roll is v good
But the Hot chicken burger is sadly missed
I went here for a working lunch - it has free wi-fi which get's a huge thumbs up. The interior is heavy on wood and modern design which lends to an open space.
Menu was average as in nothing too unique. The healthiest option I could find bar Caesar salad was mushrooms on toast. I have never had that before. Portobello mushrooms on garlic buttered bread with a poached egg on top and of course the Irish staple of coleslaw and a bit of impotent salad on the side. Seriously? I just find that side that you get in the majority of places such a lazy cop out.
It was tasty, far too rich for me. I ordered their homemade lemonade which was as bitter as a spurned lover. Towards the end I noticed the mound of sugar resting at the base that had not been absorbed into the juice - mmmm tasty.
Service was very friendly and that was a big plus. Lunch wise? Call me spoilt but there are plenty more places to try that have a more exciting lunch menu but do they have wi-fi? I will keep up the search.
Tried to go to Rubberbandits in the village last night (New Year's Eve) after buying two tickets for my brothers as a Christmas present and having them drive up from Navan for the show, but the bouncers were absolute c***s.
First stopped my brother because they said he was drunk (he wasn't), so we went across the road to get a coffee (as they suggested), then said he wasn't getting in dressed as he was (he had a costume on), so we changed his clothes, still no dice, finally he said he'd stand on one leg for longer than the head bouncer could to prove he wasn't drunk, bouncer went along with this and then pushed him over. Bouncer then refused to let me or my other brother back in (I didn't see the push, if I had I'd have called the cops), refused to give me anything written so I could get a refund.
So Christmas and New Year wrecked, €50+ quid (effectively) stolen from me, and my brother assaulted, nice one Village!
My dear Yelpers, I am not very happy.
There was the event which I was very excited about and which, finally, didn't meet my expectations.
Songs of Praise, on 9th February at The Village. The Rock & Roll Karaoke night was more roll than rock. It was supposed to start at 9pm but did start at 10pm. So I had to patiently wait.
And while I was waiting I thought I would get a drink. No waiter around. I had to wait at least half an hour to get served. You can imagine my surprise and disappointment when I was charged €5.70 for a Smirnoff Ice, when I get it for around €4 anywhere else. A bit bitter, I got hungry and thought of getting some crisps too. Another disappointment to be charged €2.50 for a small box of Springles, which I didn't buy.
10pm and the karaoke organizer started to set up his stuff... and went out for a smoke. My friend and I were just exhausted of waiting, we left.
1 star because the place was nice.
1 star for the very relaxing music. Maybe too much. If it had been a spa, I would have asked for a shoulder massage. But it wasn't and I was litterally falling asleep on my chair.
Wednesday is not a day for partying all right. I just wanted to enjoy a nice chat & drink. I will give this place a chance and come back on a Friday or Saturday.
PS : Last night the DJ... made me sleep.
The Village can be genuinely surreal at times. The ground floor is black and gold like something out of American Psycho, with occasional groups of office workers having their liquid lunch.
Things get mad upstairs. I'm convinced that the layout has an effect on peoples behavior, as it's not uncommon for it to be packed tight everywhere except the dance floor. Generally turns into an alright night, although it does take a while to get served.
Be forewarned, if you're going to a gig you probably have to go around to the back entrance. It can be very confusing the first time, although you are rewarded with some great murals by Maser.
This place is grand. Grand in the Irish sense.
"How are you?"
In other words. Average. Meh. Gah. Blah.
I have been here numerous times over the years and have enjoyed most of my nights but that is down to being gee-eyed with my friends and dancing like a lunatic. I guess what I am saying is I could be in a field drunk and dancing with my friends and have an equally enjoyable night.
I was here last night for Grandmaster Flash. Music was epic. I was getting down with my homies (I'm usually getting down with my homos dancing to Britney in a gaybar so twas a grand oul change) and it was amazeballs. He could have played in a field and I would have had the same experience.
A couple things I was impressed by however. Nice bar staff. The place was jammers and the bar was mobbed but the staff stayed pleasant and remembered who was next to be served. That really impresses me. Another plus was the smoking area. This was not here the last time I was in the Village. Easily accessible and warm!
TOILET ATTENDANTS.... ARGGGHH!!!!!! Strangely enough I do understand how a tap works, how a soap dispenser works and how a hand drier works. The same way I don't need you to hold my man hood whilst I pee, I don't need you to help me wash my hands and making me feel uncomfortable when I REFUSE to give you money. Something that unfortunately still lingers in very few places anymore. Another load of my hoop nonsense concept from Celtic Tiger era.
So to sum up the Village in one word?
The Village is a great spot. I love Camden Street and really enjoy it on nights out. The Village is good for lunch any day of the working week but you need to get there early if you want a seat - they have some nice specials too.
On a Friday and Saturday night the place is packed and if you arrive in after 11pm there is sure to be a cover charge. (10 Euro)
The one thing I don't like about The Village is the sound system and layout for gigs. I've been to see a couple of performers and have never been overly impressed.
A friend and I chanced upon The Village on one of our 'ladies who lunch' excursions. All frocked out in cute little dresses and matching printed (but highly impractical) umbrellas, we were quite the sight to see along Wexford St this afternoon.
The Village afforded us a much needed escape from the gawking stares that usually follow us around town (we are gorgeous, irresistible and have a highly magnetic effect upon men, it seems). But ah, sure, didn't we know that already?!?
Anyway, on to more important matters, we were very pleased with our lunch at The Village. I've never had the opportunity of visiting at night-time, so I can't vouch for it as a nightclub or concert venue, but during the day it has a very pleasing ambience and makes for an excellent lunching venue. And to its credit, The Village does not carry the stale alcohol smell from the previous evening's shenanigans, unlike many other establishments that double as sober and drunken venues.
As for the food, delightful more than a little posh pub grub. A little better than pub grub, I would have to say. My comrade opted for the goat's cheese salad (topped with a delightful beetroot and seared rocket concoction - and she assured me the beetroot was to DIE for! I can hardly imagine it was that good, but I'll take her word for it...)
Mine was a baked salmon with mustard mash and tomato relish topping. Both meals were well presented and smelled amazing!
Probably our favourite part of our Village experience was the homemade lime-ade (lemonade with a twist!) It was refreshing and lovely and if I didn't live on the other side of town I'd be back there sipping on another one right now (maybe with a little vokda thrown in this time?) At only 1 euro it is not to be missed!!!
Our waiter was lovely - friendly and very French (!!) without being overbearing. We also loved the wall art - awesome shots of past gigs on one side, and crazy paintings on the other. Do have a close look when you stop by.
Went dancing at The Village for a work friend's farewell party. The interior was gorgeous with all the wood and the pillars and such. I think the bar placement is good--cuts down on crowding near the dance floor. Also, for whatever reason, I was into the screensaver graphic circa 2002 that was being projected over the dance floor.
Still, nothing stood out as exceptional about the place once it was full of people. The dj jumped from song to song in an odd mix of top 40, hip hop, and indie rock that had no flow. The crowd skewed a bit young definitely early 20s. There was an over-abundance of ratty jeans, trainers, and hollister shirts so the hip factor wasn't really there. Overall it was enjoyable but I dont think I'd choose it myself.
I've had lunch in the village, I've had a pint in the village and I've been to a gig in the village. The lunch was grand, the gig was good and the pint was great. The village is a kind of an upscale Whelan's that appeals to a more metropolitan crowd, but some of the charm Whelan's posesses is lost upon setting foot in the village.
The village is a good spot, but personaly, I'd rather Whelan's.
Absolutely horrendous organisation for the nightclub.
For the end of college exams, the class reps organised to go here for a night out, bloody awful mistake. I think I'm just going to have to relate my entire story.
Turned up at about 11:00-11:30pm. There was a decent sized queue already so my friends and I wait in line, excited to go in. The queue was slow enough and it was raining but then we got in and everything seemed to be going fine. The fact that they didn't want to see ID was a bit odd though (I'm 19 but people invariably think I look younger and this was a 19+ night). I was "fortunate" enough to have been given a guest list spot in a raffle so when I was asked to pay a tenner for entry I mentioned this. She told me I had to go back outside to talk to someone about the guest list.
So I leave my friends to squeeze out through the crowded, narrow stairs where everybody else is going up (there seems to be only one entrance/exit, nice design choice for a crowded venue!) and I ask the bouncer at the door who deals with this. He just told me it was down the street somewhere. It turns out there are a pair of lads in anoraks standing on the path with a crowd around them who are in charge of this. They're just standing on the path, surrounded by people, many of whom seemed to just be trying to get a free in without having one. Even when I got to the front they started talking to a guy over my shoulder instead. When I finally got to give my name, the guy looked at his sopping wet list and just said I wasn't on it and I'd have to queue up AGAIN and then pay to get in.
So back in the queue which has now doubled in size and isn't moving. After about 20 minutes the bouncer at the front announced they're full and nobody else is getting in. I wish it just ended here.
I left the queue and walked back toward the entrance when I find a friend who organised the night as well as another friend who was supposed to be on the guest list. He told me to stick with him and he would try and sort it out so now we're waiting outside the closed door with a sizable crowd still behind us. The organiser friend got in to try and talk with the bouncers. After about 30 more minutes he still had no luck though, they weren't budging.
During this time a drunken idiot starts shouting at the door that he's left his wallet inside. This guy was clearly an angry drunk and the bouncers just let him get completely riled up until he started shaking the door and shouting obscenities at them. Eventually he got in a fight in the middle of the street.
Eventually some people left the club and the bouncers opened the door to let some more people in. Even though I was at the front, I managed to not get in. Now I've heard people complain about some bouncers before for being rude or mean but I always assumed they weren't let in because they were acting the maggot. That was why what happened surprised me and pissed me off. I was at the front, I was being orderly, I didn't give them any lip, I didn't push (I actually held others who were pushing back) and I was completely sober, yet when this bouncer opened the door, he decided to hold his arm out to block me and let everyone behind me in. Then he turned around to let people from the other side in, this time blocking me with his other arm. Look, I'm reasonable, I get that the hot girls standing in line get priority over me but there were guys staggering in ahead of me. It made no sense and they weren't going to hear me or anyone else out.
Eventually, I just decided that since it was 1am it just wasn't worth paying for anymore. I had to get a taxi home.
€23 down for the night (taxi fare) so that I could stand in the rain and be treated like s**t for the best part of two hours and I'm never going to the Village for anything again. I don't care what they occasion is, they're not wasting another minute or euro of mine.
Even though The Village is probably my second most frequently attended nightclub of all time, try as I may in the now sober hours, I can't think of what the interior looks like. I mean, I have a fair idea of the layout, but I can't visualise anything particularly remarkable to comment on (black and gold floor? I'll have to take your word for it, Rónán).
Just generally, The Village has a bar downstairs which is always packed to bursting point on a Friday or Saturday night, and a dancefloor and another bar upstairs that is also packed on said evenings, but to a slightly lesser extent. In other news, there is a distinct chance that I am in mad unrequited love with the petite blond from Brazil who works there.
They play good music in The Village, and their €8 admission on weekends compares favourably with a lot of other clubs. Well, favourably to the tune of €2, anyway.
And in a further note in the sphere of economy, the cloakroom of The Village don't have any means of charging you for umbrellas, as you can't really stick it on a hanger with a raffle ticket, so if you turn up of a soft evening as I did, umbrella in tow, and want somewhere to put it, they won't charge you a red cent.
In furtherance of this theme, The Village don't even charge for pints of blackcurrant, which almost makes you give pause when you're about to rip them off with your Crouching Tiger/Hidden Nagin, but only for a second, as charging for a tiny bit of blackcurrant cordial with some water is a scandal unto itself.
So good show, The Village, you've put yourself together a damn fine nightspot.
I went here for lunch with some friends yesterday. The village is a good spot for a quick bite at lunch time and they recently changed their menu (nice for a change and also a little cheaper).
So, I ordered the quiche. Sorry, just gave away the last quiche. So I joined two others to go for the salmon special. Sorry, just have two orders left. Ok, I'll have the fish cakes. We had a very nice meal and everything was hunky dory.
We were sitting there after filling our bellies and after our plates were cleaned away and the waiter came down with a plate of desserts... on the house! That was a nice touch. Lovely desserts too.
The Village is fantastic at multi-tasking. It effortlessly shifts from a super lunch-time spot to a fabulous bar/club hybrid to a music venue. It's pretty great at all of these things, which is impressive!
Downstairs the bar gets super busy and I find that that can be kind of obnoxious. Upstairs there is another bar, so if you don't feel like dealing with the downstairs crowd just skip it! There is also a lot more breathing room, and more importantly, dancing room.
I love the dance nights they have on Friday and Saturday; the DJs play a great mix of tunes, mostly electro and funky dance stuff. The best part is that everyone just lets go and boogies to their hearts content. Right at the peak of the evening this dance floor is reeeeally fun. As people head out, it gets a little less populated but still awesome. The cover is sometimes 5 and sometimes 8... not sure why or what's the deal with that, but for a fiver it is definitely worth it if you feel like dancing like crazy!
I'm writing this as an organiser looking for a venue for around 100 people after a day's event. I dropped in a total 3 times trying to find someone to check out the venue and details for booking the area upstairs.
First time, I was told to come back or phone them after 4pm and ask for the manager.
Second time, the manager in question was on the phone with someone and I waited around 15 minutes and was asked to write down my number so he can call me back. He never did.
Third time, the same manager was on the phone again and there was another person ahead of me waiting to talk to him in person.
I've already emailed them via their form on their website, and no-one replied. So after all that, I called it quits, why do I need to bend over backwards if I can just get somewhere down the road straight away.
So I would not recommend this place if you are thinking of organising an event.
I'll never forget the first time I was in The Village. It was St. Patrick's - a Saturday; favourite song playing; my first night in Dublin, and first kiss with the fella I'd been pining after for over six months. The next thing I know, some burly bouncer snatches away my JD & coke and urges me to leave. Confused, we scuttle out, muttering about how tacky smoke machines are on the way. Only when I got outside and saw the lashing tongue of a fireman's hose did it dawn on me that the club had burst into flames. Love does silly things to us.
But it didn't take long for the club to reopen its doors and its Saturday nights are as rocking as ever - good tunes and a selection of different floors with different moods. Sup a few drinks on the more laid back, bar-style first floor before heading for a boogie on the next one up.
The music is pretty eclectic - last time I was there they were playing the Rolling Stones when I went out for a smoke, and samba music when I came back in. Head downstairs and the DJ's spinning Ms Dynamite. (Note: I have since endeavoured to choose my cigarette breaks more carefully). But this diverse feel means you can drag along friends with different tastes: there's something for just about everyone.
The crowd is also relatively mixed, with scenestery students being mingled amongst sharp 'young professionals' whose thirst for music has not declined.
The photographs decorating the venue stand as testament to the high quality calibre of bands who've graced the stage), but whether you've been watching live music The Village itself or Whelan's next door this is the perfect spot to get on your dancing shoes and have a few post-gig drinks.
many fond memories here whether it be clubbin or giggin
definately a fond favourite and good place to end up on this street
and the pizzas round the corner are great!
The Village is a great place for lunch and a quick day time drink but it really comes into its own at night time. It is a great night out and I always have a good time when I come here. There is a good mixed crowd of ages and good balance of men and women. The DJ is great and the tunes are super cool. This place is a great after party place for gigs at Whelans!
This is a pretty good venue-come-bar-come-nightclub. The venue/nightclub is upstairs and the bar is downstairs. They never get any good bands in though, so it's mostly popular for the bar, which is a chrome and shiny leather job, with very expensive drinks that become more expensive after half 11. The club is good craic, but tends to get very techo after around 1, which is boring if you're not off your face.
is a really nice place, you meet many people and the environment is very friendly
Nice place, been there a few times would recommend it to anyone.
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