Ireland has a bad food rep, but I want to remedy this misconception. On a day typically reserved for liquid meals of Guinness and Jameson, I present the following photographic documentation of some gems from this one time I visited the great green yonder:
It’s not all beef stews and shepard’s pies (though both of those things are deliciously done there) – for instance, they do breakfast better than anyone. Porridge with baileys…as a first course. All the scones. Every kind. The list goes on.
I guess all I am trying to say is thank you, Ireland. Sorry no one gives your food the credit it deserves. And the happiest of St. Patrick’s days to all.