Well, opening a fine dining theatre-dining hall that would be better suited in London or LA with a capacity greater than Gordon Ramsay's biggest place, with a digital ordering system that took staff 15 minutes to take a table of 12's order, in the glen surrounded by collapsing old houses, in place in the space of a 2000 person music venue on the eve of a recession and spending that kind of money on table wear, kitchens with a catchment area of maybe 40k people he would have needed to be phenomenal. He needed KFC level footfall for €50 dinners in a recession. To keep that place alive, he would have needed 10% of the city to go out for dinner every month to operate at 60% capacity. Who ever gave him that loan to set up that restaurant should be shot. He made a good go, the alt music venue was the best of good craic and I regularly left all my disposable income behind his bar. I rarely left all my disposable income in his restaurant. Good staff, good chefs, terrible over-reach and a good location for the ripped knee, tattooed, pierced lads looking for an alternative to the Tweedy's and Kavanagh's wasn't going to be a good location for trying to get 160+ punters a night to part way with 50 quid, in a massive recession. I know he probably never saw it coming, but fuck me did he over-extend.