Restaurant review: Rock solid cooking and consistently tasty, good food at Max's in Kinsale

An evening of classical French cooking leavened with a healthy dash of bistro

The last time I was in Max’s in Kinsale, a young Napoleon may well have been working in the kitchen as a summer exchange student washing pots and, while I can’t remember the exact day, it was certainly long enough ago that this venerable old stager had faded almost entirely from the forefront of my memory until a doughty comrade told me of his recent and very pleasant dining experience.

If my last visit to Max’s was an eternity ago, then we’ll require carbon dating and a team of top archaeologists to pin down when exactly I first met The Judge and Captain Seadog in first year in boarding school and we have convened another meeting of our survivors’ club to coincide with Ireland’s World Cup rugby clash with the South African Orcs, overnighting on Captain Seadog’s old tub, docked in the greater harbour area just as another of a seemingly endless procession of Atlantic squalls sets in for the evening.