That’s right, I speak Gaelic now. Well, not really, but I did go to Ireland with my family and couldn’t stop thanking Ireland for the wonderful food I tried there.
That food in Ireland is not that great is a myth. Neither is it true that the cuisine is meat-intensive. In fact, oysters can successfully be included as traditional Irish food.
And if you’re vegetarian, Boxty (potato pancake) is all you need. Seriously!
A full Irish breakfast can ensure you’re full for the whole day, if you really indulge. Our hotel stay at the Maldron Pearse Street included a fantastic breakfast with a different ‘fry up’ everyday along with some delicious Soda Bread (brown bread) and Irish butter. The greatest food the country has to offer, IMO.
The bread is dense and is delicious with your eggs, cup of soup or even smoked salmon.
We couldn’t get enough of it and I missed it terribly upon my return to the States. Similarly the butter is truly delightful and made using the milk of Irish grass-fed cows, so you can only imagine. I can, after being ambushed on the streets several times by Irish cows. The highlight of the countryside!
The Irish know their potatoes and they don’t mess around. Boxty is a pancake eaten with butter (lots of it), but we took it a step further and had boxty fries at the Boxty House in Dublin, which were insane.
I also had the best Salmon Benedict of my life, and incredible Nutella Pancakes.
That same day, I drank the creamiest hot chocolate at the Hazel Mountain Chocolate Factory. And another cup of delicious hot cocoa in Galway at Revive Café.
Did I mention the mind blowing order of Fish n Chips I had at after a solid hike on the Cliffs of Moher? I bet you haven’t had anything this crispy and perfectly salty. And I’m salivating just thinking about it with a drizzle of malt vinegar.
The night before our departure, we had another memorable meal, complete with a crispy, grilled salmon and sizzling prawns at Winter’s Restaurant in Lusk. What a way to mark the end of a lovely vacation.
All this, as I got slowly converted to a beer-drinker. It’s what happens when you spend a day at the Guinness Factory and get your face printed on a pint of beer. We formed a connection; beer and I.
Ireland, you make me want to visit again soon!