CRAFT, HIDDEN CASK, & GETTING LOST IN A DUBLIN LINGERIE DEPARTMENT

  Blame Mrs RM for that title by the way, a unique Clash/Father Ted mash-up probably. We didn’t come to Dublin for the pubs, of course, and seven pints in three days is probably below the minimum acceptable level.  But we did walk 25 miles, with just one mild argument in the lingerie department at… Continue reading CRAFT, HIDDEN CASK, & GETTING LOST IN A DUBLIN LINGERIE DEPARTMENT

DUBLIN – ONE PUMP PUBS, POWER-WALKS & TIN WHISTLES

What excellent windows Dublin has.  I stopped to look at a dozen, at least, yesterday morning while Mrs RM’s coffee needs grew greater.  We must have passed a gazillion Starbucks, Costas and Harris + Hoole variants before settling on Clement & Pekoe, whose excellent filter wins a point for being hot.  Mrs RM put milk in… Continue reading DUBLIN – ONE PUMP PUBS, POWER-WALKS & TIN WHISTLES

“A HALF OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN”

I’m off to Dublin shortly, but don’t expect a string of posts comparing the craft keg against the Guinness*.   I’m still recovering from Manchester. Thanks for your sympathy. Instead we’ll be doing the cultural trail, centred on University College Dublin with its famed literary alumni of Joyce, Flann O’Brien, and Kevin Moran. Flann (Brian to his… Continue reading “A HALF OF PLAIN IS YOUR ONLY MAN”