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quality. "You the boss?" I asked a man who turned out to be Padraic Og Gallagher. "I've come all the way from London..." "That's
why I think you should have a drink," he said. "That'swhy I think I should have a table," I
replied, in my not-to-be-messed-about-with voice. Mr Gallagher
recognised me; I could sit downstairs as long as I was out
by 7.15. So I beckoned the lads in, four of them and two of
us, and we went downstairs to another room with nobody in
it.
There was bottled Guinness and tap Murphy's, so I had Murphy's.
I think both Guinness and Murphy's are superb. Murphy's is
a bit lighter. Boxties were widely listed on the menu, so
I ordered a beef and Beamish one, Vanessa a fish, someone
else corned beef and cabbage, and a man who said he'd never
have a boxty ordered one anyway.
I waited with interest
to see what they were. In spite of hurrying us they took rather
a long time to come. The waitress had said we didn't have
time for a first course. So we sat while we could have been
eating one.
Boxty turned out to be a potato pancake with whatever in it,
supported by cauliflower, turnip and salad. Views were: "a bit plain", "no colour at |
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