Clik here to view.
Not the worst Irish bar in the world.
To the Roisin Dubh or Black Rose, an Irish bar just steps from my hotel in Boston. It is not the worst Irish bar in the world–there is strong competition in this field–but neither is it the best. I...
View ArticleClik here to view.
All Change in London
In London, there seems to be a new passion for celebrating all things English. Yesterday, I enjoyed an egg sandwich at the Emporium cafe in Muswell Hill, surrounded by biscuit tins commemorating the...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Segregation–A way of life in Norn Iron
Last night’s dinner was a fish supper–battered haddock and fat, greasy chips. Yum. We arrived at the chippie just in time to see the frymeister open a box of lard. Each box contains 4 briquettes, 4...
View ArticleClik here to view.
The Importance of Ritual
I caught the bouquet at the wedding of Spud to the third Mrs Hughes. Positioning myself just inches from the bride, I used a mixture of bulk and brass neck to elbow other, younger and more nimble...
View ArticleClik here to view.
One Potato, Two Potato…
It is my practice, when in Ireland, to eat at least five forms of potato every day. It isn’t difficult and it is certainly no hardship. Take yesterday: The day started with leftover ham and homefries....
View Article
