Review: Clontarf Castle Hotel, Dublin

With visions of grandeur playing in her head, Jennifer Pinkerton has a castle-lite experience in a new take on an old classic.


“Where to, my lady?”

“Clontarf Castle, forthwith!” I instruct the Dublin cabby.

Bluster aside I’m feeling a wee bit sheepish about my night at the castle. Is it a tad touristy?

Indeed it is, as confirmed by the sea of American accents and peak caps filling the hotel foyer.

I scan the stone lions, mounted deer heads and suits of armour around me. Regal-looking furniture collects under glass ceilings. Saxophone jazz drifts overhead. A backlit panel behind reception displays neat lines of antique keys.

Relaxing outdoor area at Clontarf Castle Hotel

Relaxing outdoor area at Clontarf Castle Hotel.


It’s clear the architect’s brief for the hotel’s seven-year-old renovation was to let the light in and mix old structures with new. And it works, without looking forced.

Boxy glass walls complement rather than overshadow the original castle – which I note is quite small, by castle standards that is.

“Am I staying in the posh castle bit of the hotel?” I ask, channeling my best Kath and Kim. No, I’ll reside in the ‘new’ section of the building. In fact we all will, the Americans and I.

“The only parts of the hotel in the original castle are Knight’s Bar and the Fahrenheit Grill, ” explains the Polish receptionist with immaculate manners. (While American accents proliferate, Irish accents are in short supply among staff – a reminder of an ongoing economic slump seeing workers trek overseas.)

I haul my luggage to the first floor and feel my breath rise in excitement upon seeing the sign ‘Viking Suite’ on the door in front of me.

Alas, I’m in the wrong corridor. But my own ‘Executive Room’ is not without charm.

The space, about five metres-squared, holds a four-poster bed and has an extra add-on section, much like a smoking room. The lemon-and maroon-coloured furniture all looks new, as does the bathroom. It even boasts one of those flat, wide showerheads I so adore.

Before my brainpower fades with the daylight, I gather my satchel and trip downstairs to poke around.

Inside a guest suite at Clontarf Castle Hotel in Dublin, Ireland

Inside a guest suite at Clontarf Castle Hotel in Dublin, Ireland.


At the entrance to Knight’s Bar hangs a framed issue of The Irish Penny Journal dated September 1840.

A sketch of Clontarf Castle accompanies the text: “There are few things that afford us a higher pleasure than to observe … the splendour of [our] public buildings, for they are sure evidences of the advance of civilization.”

A voice like a low flute trills behind me. “Want me to take a picture of ye?”

It’s 73-year-old local Brian Healey. He’s standing just shy of the pub doors, lighting up a smoke.

“I remember having my photo taken in this exact spot when I was a young fella, ” he says. “This place was a show venue then.”

From the unprompted history lesson I learn Clontarf Castle was first built in 1172 as part of Dublin’s inner defense line, but the building has had several incarnations since then: a family home, a cabaret venue and, since 1998, a four-star hotel.

Fahrenehit Annex restaurant at Clontarf Castle Hotel, Dublin

Fahrenehit Annex restaurant at Clontarf Castle Hotel, Dublin.


For reasons I don’t quite understand, Brian insists on giving me a parting gift – a lighter etched with the slogan ‘Cusack’s. A unique maritime pub’.

The Knight’s Bar, I discover, doesn’t quite match its billing as a place “evoking a feeling of medieval romance”.

That said, it is sweet. With an ornate ceiling, fireplace, stained glass windows, studded leather chairs and, my favourite touch, a carved gothic backdrop behind the bar, it’s close in feel to an old hunting club.

What’s more medieval are the spaces linking the bar with the hotel foyer: orange-lit holes-in-the-wall; cosy spots for a pint.

The next morning I find myself in the hotel’s pretty café, the Fahrenheit Grill. It feels like a church attic. Lacquered black beams line its walls and frontage, a tangle of history and luxury.

Amid whispering honeymooners, I happily polish off my buffet breakfast.

It’s here that my castle experience begins to find form. This is indulgence, but the approachable kind – ‘castle chill’ if you will. Kath and Kim, I’m afraid, just wouldn’t fit in.



Clontarf Castle Hotel
Castle Avenue, Clontarf Dublin 3, Ireland

• The IT Verdict
“The castle’s history and eateries are loaded with colour but I was looking forward to sleeping in a castle, not just dining in one.
But the hotel wing is sweet, comfy and low-key. It’s a good value pick for couples or older family groups in a great location.”

• Notes
Jennifer paid $230 for an Executive Suite.

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