We took my 96-year-old mother to Harry's last year, and it was great - cosy small rooms in a bit of a rabbit-warren of passageways, and excellent bistro food. On the strength of this we booked again for this year. What we didn't know is that they spent the last year reconstructing the place, so it is now an all-open-plan Irish sports bar, with 105-decibel jukebox music, interrupted periodically only by the 110-decibel live band. The 'restaurant' comprises a few tables along one side, where they serve chips-with-everything canteen food, and you have to communicate in sign language. Go hungry, but don't go here!
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