Triple the Mexican taste at 777

The food is lip-smackingly gorgeous – no Tex-Mex staples of guacamole or refried beanshere, writes CATHERINE CLEARY  

THE NEW MEXICAN restaurant from the people behind Dillingers and the Butcher Grill looks like it was designed in a desert on the hot bonnet of a Cadillac with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a dog-eared Hemingway in the other. There are the saucy etchings on the tiles (picture fantasy women drawn by teenage boys in biro on the back of their copy books). It’s tacky in a blokey hipster kind of way. Then there’s the liquor, lots of it, varieties of tequila lined up like sweetie jars on the shelves behind the bar.

None of this is visible from the outside. 777, or Treble Seven as they will say when you phone up to book, is on South Great George’s Street, and from the street it looks vaguely like an adult shop, a glossy black blank with frosted windows and the shadows of chairs inside. The only sign is a small 777 and a menu in a box with neon graphic sevens in garish colour behind the food and cocktail list.

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