My favourite place was Porthouse on South William Street. We had the best table in the wee restaurant, tucked away in a nook of the room, with a suspended table full (although not for long!) with amazing tapas.
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Showing posts with label eating out. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Eating out in Dublin
My brother kept asking me what I wanted to do during my wee trip to Dublin, but I was just happy to wander around the city and stop for coffee and then wine breaks at street cafes and bars.
My favourite place was Porthouse on South William Street. We had the best table in the wee restaurant, tucked away in a nook of the room, with a suspended table full (although not for long!) with amazing tapas.
We were sooo full, too full to really enjoy the churro (a Spanish doughnut) with chocolate dipping sauce, but they were delish!
My favourite place was Porthouse on South William Street. We had the best table in the wee restaurant, tucked away in a nook of the room, with a suspended table full (although not for long!) with amazing tapas.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Eating Out
"ARSE I have to put up with from you people. You ponce in here expecting to be waited on hand and foot, while I'm trying to run a hotel here!"
Lodges and service in Uganda is amazing outside Kampala...in the city, everything is hit and miss! Here in Kampala, you go out before you are hungry. If not, the experience is not funny but annoying. As...
you might go out for breakfast, but there will be no eggs for the omlettes at the cafe. Or you'll order a Bloody Mary but be told, 'the chef has gone home' (haa- this still makes me laugh now, the response of my friend to the drinks waiter was hillarious!!). Or you'll wait 30 minutes for a coffee and be pleased it didn't take too long. You're forever sending corked wine back or worst still be told by the French manager, that no, we could not taste the wine before ordering it...it would not, he knew, pass the test. You see a rat the size of a small pony running through the restaurant/bar, so decide not to go back..for a week. You laugh when you see the sign, 'please allow 2 hours for pizza delivery' but appreciate their honesty! Ordering off the menu is always a mistake, in fact just best to ask waiters what they have, rather than read the menu at all. I'm still waiting, a year and a half later of being in the city, to be able to try a lemongrass martini...
Maybe, just maybe, if I am here long enough, I won't find all this entertaining anymore.
Basil Fawlty
Lodges and service in Uganda is amazing outside Kampala...in the city, everything is hit and miss! Here in Kampala, you go out before you are hungry. If not, the experience is not funny but annoying. As...
you might go out for breakfast, but there will be no eggs for the omlettes at the cafe. Or you'll order a Bloody Mary but be told, 'the chef has gone home' (haa- this still makes me laugh now, the response of my friend to the drinks waiter was hillarious!!). Or you'll wait 30 minutes for a coffee and be pleased it didn't take too long. You're forever sending corked wine back or worst still be told by the French manager, that no, we could not taste the wine before ordering it...it would not, he knew, pass the test. You see a rat the size of a small pony running through the restaurant/bar, so decide not to go back..for a week. You laugh when you see the sign, 'please allow 2 hours for pizza delivery' but appreciate their honesty! Ordering off the menu is always a mistake, in fact just best to ask waiters what they have, rather than read the menu at all. I'm still waiting, a year and a half later of being in the city, to be able to try a lemongrass martini...
Maybe, just maybe, if I am here long enough, I won't find all this entertaining anymore.
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