Why post pictures of questionable Instagram quality on my blog? Travelling is all about the little moments between the big happenings that a big camera is toted out for. This series is for all of those special little moments in between the bigger ones during my latest stint in Ireland.
Fish and Chips
It just so happened to be World Fish and Chips Day the day I went to Fish Hatch and ordered these. OK, perhaps my knowledge of National/International/World/Whatever Fish and Chips Day drove me to the Fish Hatch. When I was last in Ireland Steffie could not devour enough fish and chips, but I’ve found no matter how good they’re prepared, I can only have them once in a blue moon.
I forget what the proper name for this vodka is, but it doesn’t matter because I only referred to it as “Mongolian Rocket Fuel”. Naomi’s friend Gana brought this over to share with us one evening. I can rarely do spirits on their own and this was no exception; once it was mixed with some juice it was palatable.
Eggs Benedict – Electric
Ireland, I don’t know what your obsession is with Eggs Benedict but keep it up.
I wouldn’t be so bundled up if it weren’t raining and windy, so this must have been taken the first Sunday I stayed in the city. I was running a touch behind on schedule that day, hoping to meet up with a friend I’d made on the Ring of Kerry tour the previous Friday. Our communications were scattered at best, but I was still determined to brave it out to Fresco Bistro for brunch, company or no company. Much to my delight and surprise, my friend had gotten the message and was there enjoying his meal when I arrived.
Masks at De Barra’s
I went down to Clonakilty with two good people from Couchsurfing to enjoy an evening at the well-known pub and folk club, De Barra. John Spillane played that night and, ever the planner, I made sure to have a few tickets placed on hold for me well over a week prior to the actual gig. We arrived hours early to fit in a book signing one of my companions already had planned, and my other new friend, Paulina, and I chatted away and drank a great amount of tea under the ominous multitude of faces on the wall above us.
I don’t know who he is, I don’t know where he was heading, and I don’t know what he was driving; all’s I know that is one bitchin’ cherry bomb red ride.
One lovely Thursday mid-morning Naomi had two of her friends come over for a lovely brunch. I made a strata, Naomi made smoothies, one guest brought berries and the other, Lucy Hyland of Food For Living brought these gorgeous Irish cheeses. If memory serves, the far right is a cheddar, the far left one of the creamiest goat cheeses I’ve ever eaten (seriously no better goat cheese on this planet than the kind found in Ireland), and the center a softened brie-like cheese. When you’re in Ireland, there is no excuse to not buy anything other than farmhouse cheese!
Bank Holiday Jesus
I don’t quite understand what was going here; it was the bank holiday and yer man was causing all sorts of traffic there, Cork. Garda patrolling everywhere, grans and little girls in traditional fancy dress all up and down St. Patrick Street. Chaos, I tell you.