Bagots Hutton brings out BarChick’s inner cavewoman; in fact we’d live in this wine fuelled den given half the chance. Opened in 1828, this is the oldest wine bar in Ireland. Keep your eyes peeled for the BH sign, follow the inviting glow down the stairs and come drink in some history.

More to it than bottles, there’s a kitchen area on the left dishing out hot tapas and antipasti sharing platters, and art for sale on the walls that changes frequently depending on whether it has been bought/splashed. The star of the show down here is obviously the vino (or the gigantic Great Dane on our visit), and the shelves are brimming with new world wine by glass or bottle. Our mantra is go big or go home so choose the latter and sink into a Chesterfield out the back. On weekends DJs get the cellars jumping - drink wine, wear wine, just dance till you can no longer stand.

If you spy someone you want to kiss then take them for a tour of the wine tunnels. They’re rustically romantic so they’ll be putty in your hands (either that or they won’t have anywhere to run).

Leave with a painting under one arm and a bottle under the other… trophies of a good night.