Burgers and Beer

Maybe you've seen the meme about Queue? The Irish take it seriously.
Maybe you’ve seen the meme about Queue? The Irish take it seriously.

On our first afternoon in Dubllin, we walked out from our hotel to check out the surroundings. A couple of first impressions follow. First, Dublin is not a tall city. London has those pointy things a thousand feet (more or less, I think) in the air. New York is famous for height. Even Las Vegas, where we live, has some damned tall buildings. Not Dublin.

Sunset Over the River Liffey.
Sunset Over the River Liffey.

The Liffey runs through the heart of Dublin. It appears to be estuarial by this point. If this were the Chicago River, you’d see some of the world’s tallest buildings along it. This is Dublin, and that tower next to the sun may be the tallest structure in town, for all I know. It’s about as tall as things get, at any rate.

Second, if London were a reasonable place to exist, it would be Dublin. An extremely comfortable feeling World Capital.

The riverfront is, no surprise, a trendy area with lovely views and many attractions. One of the views that is also a bit of an attraction is the Samuel Beckett bridge. As a friend told me, don’t wait for Godot there, he won’t show. The cables holding it together form the shape of an Irish harp. It does not produce sounds in a wind, however, unlike Celtic harps of yore.

Whilst walking, we found a bistro bar called Foley’s. Foley’s serves many dishes, including cheeseburgers. It is on Baggot Street at Merrion Row, not far from the Gaelic sign posted in my last post. You’d think Irish cheeseburgers maybe weren’t up to fine American standards, but you’d be wrong. I have, all my life, been testing cheeseburgers in various locations. My best, and I’m sticking with this, (I guess I should call it my favorite ’cause I don’t make it) is at Annie’s Parlor in Minneapolis. My second-favorite is at Foley’s. Irish beef, it turns out, is just as famed as Nebraska beef, and it really does make for an excellent cheeseburger. The toppings they use, of course, contribute as well.

We continued our walk, but didn’t stop in anywhere else. The first day eight time zones east isn’t the best time to buy souvenirs. We did see the EPIC museum of the Irish diaspora, but didn’t go in. Tami and I both have Irish connections in our family histories. Me, I go back to a certain Mister McDaniel. I’ll have more about that fact, and the EPIC experience later. After an evening tiring ourselves out, we walked back to our quaint room and treated ourselves to a good night’s sleep.

Aaaaaahhhh.

The Samuel Beckett bridge (The Harp Bridge) in Dublin, Ireland.
The Samuel Beckett bridge (The Harp Bridge) in Dublin, Ireland.

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