A breakfast destination for Dublin

Do your best to ignore Roman Roy pacing the floor.

There is way too much cocaine in Dublin.

The proof? It’s 9.40am on a Tuesday morning in late-April, and in the fifth-floor dining room of Jean-Georges at the Leinster Hotel on Lower Mount Street, a big, heavy-set, red-haired dude is pacing across the floor, talking at outside-broadcast volume levels into his phone, whilst an earphone piece dangles from one of his ears.

He thinks he’s in his office on the 18th floor of WaystarRoyco. He thinks he’s Roman Roy. He is in a public space and he is acting as if it’s his home office in SoCoDoLand.