FOOD
'FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD' AS THE SONG GOES AND WHO CAN DISAGREE WITH THAT!
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THE KILLUMNEY INN
A quick call to the Killumney Inn on a Saturday evening in July to make sure there would be a table available and we were off and seated by 8pm. We needn't have worried about getting a table because only one other table in the restaurant was occupied and on a summer Saturday evening that seemed a little off putting.
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FISH & CHIPS – FRENCH STYLE
Fish and chips are, well, fish and chips, but if you’re in France and cooking an evening meal why not put a spin on the traditional and try them with La Difference. We used Ray for the fish, bought frozen and quite inexpensive in the local Auchan supermarket. The chips were in fact chunky cut from locally grown potatoes – scrubbed and the skin left on – and of course green ‘French’ beans instead of the baked beans normally provided by Heinz &Co. The fish was, as I said, the ‘wings’ of the ray baked slowly in the oven in olive oil and a little butter. Butter and oil is the only way to bake or fry fish properly. The chunky chips were cooked in the same oil and butter mix and were coated in garlic salt…
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THE BLARNEY STONE – BORDEAUX!
Something we don't do on holiday is frequent Irish Pubs, mostly because we can do that at home and frankly the "Irish Pubs" abroad are often dark and scruffy places that don't reflect actual pubs in Ireland (not since the early 20th century anyway).
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ON STREET EATING
I was in Cork last weekend and I took a trip into the city to Waterstones to buy some books for my upcoming holiday in France. Waterstones, like Hodges & Figgis in Dublin, is one of the last bastions of serious bookshops in Ireland. The selection was good enough for me to disappear for a couple of hours, grazing the shelves like an elk devouring the last blades of grass before the arctic winter sets in. Every time I find myself in Patrick Street I expect to see advertising posters stuck to the doors of the shop where Waterstones used to be, but much to my delight that hasn’t happened yet. Clutching my eclectic mix of serious and frivolous tomes I emerged into sunshine – rare in that city and the reason I’ve taken to calling it…
