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.