Monday, 17 November 2014

Our favourite place to eat

Earlier this year, I took The Girl to camp out in the wilds of County Clare, and by day take a course in fruit tree grafting. It didn't work out so well -- we ended up camping in the Limerick City emergency room, waiting for my thumb to be sewn back together. For future reference: grafting knives are extremely sharp.

We spent a sleepless night socialising with other trauma victims and reading Prince Caspian, and finally fell asleep in the hospital bed, me with my thumb in a sling and The Girl curled up with me. The next morning, we fortified ourselves here, in the village of Killaloo, and the world looked brighter again.

5 comments:

Anubis Bard said...

Yes wooden spoons are famously less dangerous than grafting knives . . .

Sarah R said...

I'm highly amused - it looks like a great cafe, but where I'm from the Wooden Spoon is the prize for the person or team that comes last in a competition!

Brian Kaller said...

Anubis, that's not to say a wooden spoon can't send you to the hospital, depending on what cook you anger ....


Sarah, while I don't like a lot of the changes that have come to Ireland in recent years, the food is definitely better than it used to be. :-)

Anubis Bard said...

When I lived in Cork City (2002-5) it was a hotbed of the slow food movement. Of all the cities I've ever lived in, I'd still rate Cork the best place for eating.

Brian Kaller said...

Andy,

I've often heard that the personality of Cork spills over into the service. I've often heard a story of a man who called the waitress over, saying there was no salt at the table. She made a dismissive gesture and said, "You're healthier without it," and walked away. :-)