While I was in Dublin, I had the absolute pleasure of staying at the Dylan. It’s a little boutique hotel located in the south side of the city. It feels a world away from the frenzy of Temple Bar and Grafton Street, but both are actually only about a fifteen minute walk down the pretty streets of Dublin 4.
The entire hotel is immensely stylish from the moment you walk in. Sheer, billowing drapes hang from the windows, letting in a soft light that’s reflected off all of the gilded mirrors and chrome finishes. It’s opulent and heady, but still fresh and modern at the same time.
Each of the Dylan’s 44 rooms are individually styled. My home for the week had a luxurious king sized bed clad in Frette linens, along with some decadent chocolates waiting. Rather than a boring mini fridge, I was supplied a little hamper of Irish-made goodies to choose from, including everything from shortbread to sparking wine.
My room was also equipped with its own high speed internet, perfect for getting work done or, you know, binge watching Netflix. Each afternoon the room would be refreshed for my return, with fresh mugs put back in place and a new set of chocolates and water bottles waiting on my bedside table.
I very easily settled into a routine of having a espresso from my in-room Nespresso machine as a wake me up while getting ready, before heading downstairs for breakfast.
Sitting down in the sun-drenched room, I’d be quickly greeted and offered the daily paper and choice of tea or coffee. There were a half a dozen delicious choices on the breakfast menu itself, all prepared made with locally sourced produce.
I promised myself I’d try as much as possible, but I ended up ordering the Full Irish almost every day. I didn’t know it was possible for a breakfast to be this good. But it was. I could never finish the entire meal, but it didn’t stop me from trying again the next day!
Before heading back to town in the evenings, I’d head downstairs for a drink in the slinky Dylan Bar.
As soon as dusk approached, it would fill with what must be Dublin’s most beautiful people. Every night was lively and full of energy – even the night of the hurricane! Velvet drapes and paneled walls absorb any excess noise, meaning that you can actually hear one another, and there are plenty of nooks to tuck away for hushed conversations (as any good bar should have, really).
When you go, be sure to order the Teeling me Softly. Everything I ordered was fantastic, but I’m a sucker for a whisky cocktail with a punny name.
On the rare moments we would catch some sun (which does happen, I promise!) we would head to a spot in one of their wicker backed chairs on the terrace. In the summer, I imagine
What really makes the Dylan worth its weight in gold, beyond the delicious food and gorgeous styling, is its staff. It only took two days for them to know that I sleep on the right side of the bed, I enjoy a seasonal fruit smoothie alongside my breakfast, and that I blow dry my hair again in the evening before going out. In every situation, they went above and beyond what could be expected, and were unbelievably patient and understanding amidst the chaos of the hurricane during my stay.
In a particular instance of absolute heroism, the guy working the front desk braved the dark and stormy night in the hours before Ophelia hit to go to the pharmacy and bring me paracetamol. If that doesn’t deserve a medal of honor, I’m not sure what does.
When I return to Dublin again, I’ll certainly be heading back to the Dylan to check out another of their stylish rooms. The location on the outskirts of the city centre could not have been any more perfect, and the little details they took care of made the rest of my trip that much easier. You can check out their specials on their website for the best deal, so start planning!