Crave is a relatively new cafe, full of gorgeous mismatched chairs and design that create a lively, bright interior. It serves pitta breads full of yummy gorgeousness. I hear that the hipster wave of acceptance washed over Crave a few months ago, but all waves pass and break. Colin and I strolled in for lunch [...]

I’ve expressed my love for Vietnamese food here before; it’s so fresh, delicate and healthy.  Vietnamese food was fairly poorly represented on the streets of Dublin until recent years, when new places like Neon and Aobaba started springing up. They’re very welcome, it’s a great cuisine and can be very affordable. There’s a new spot [...]

I still dream entirely in complicated Japanese symbols. Jean and I had an amazing time there last May; I loved everything about the place. But I grumbled all the way home: Japanese food in Ireland could never match up to the real thing. I’d tried all the Japanese restaurants in Ireland and, frankly, none of [...]

Saturday afternoon. Courtesy of my demon friend Simon, I was very hungover. I’d also had around 10,000 miles between me and an Irish breakfast for four months. I wanted a real greasy spoon operation – no fancy herbed sausages or pestos or relishes on sourdough or the like. No. I wanted the type of breakfast [...]

See? It still looks like I’m here in Ireland, but I  actually wrote this in the past and sent it for publication to the future. Right now, I should be somewhere in Japan. Anyway… last month, Kat from The Purple Page blog brought a long-overdue review of Skinflint, Joe Macken’s pizza joint, to these pages. [...]