Saturday, June 28, 2008

Dinner last night at J. J. O'Malleys -- upstairs
in a cavelike attic space, dark wood everywhere.
The waitresses moved so quickly they produced
a breeze every time they passed. The menu was
all over the map -- literally: Irish, Chinese, Thai,
Mexican, Italian. I decided to risk it and ordered
beef fajitas (Paul was sensible and ordered the lamb).
Well. I enjoyed a delicious beef stew with bell peppers,
carrots, onions, mushrooms and pea pods in a rich
brown gravy. On a side plate there were two flour
tortillas, shredded lettuce & mozzarella, and three
thimblesful of guacamole, salsa and whipped butter.
And I mean thimbles.  Aside from the meat
being a bit gristly, it was quite good for what it was.
What it wasn't was fajitas! A pint of Bullmers
cider washed it down nicely. We completed the evening
at The Porter House (pub) with a brandy-port each.
Unfortunately, the music ended right after we landed
primo seats at the banquette. 

Next week in Westport is Fleadh Cheoil Chonnacht '08,
a weeklong festival "packed with music, street dancing,
lectures, boat tours and singing." We're there!
And our experience here in the west of Ireland is that
the inclement weather discourages no one from attending!


  1. I like your use of the word "well."

  2. You are much too generous with your praise.

  3. I saw Charmaine Neville perform tonight at the Minnesota Jazz Festival. She is great.

    You need to have a Mexican grandmother make you fajitas.

  4. Renegage: I'd be hard-pressed to find a Mexican grandmother in Ireland!