Galway looked like every other town we’d been to, which again isn’t a dig I’m just at a loss for how describe yet another. We did happen upon the offices of famous game developer John Romero (DOOM, Wolfenstein, etc) which was neat for me. I’m betting Sarah doesn’t even remember me mentioning that. I think I was in too much of a mood to get photos of my birthday dinner, but that’s probably for the best because Sarah ended up having some sort of awful, overdressed salad that I’m sure she’d prefer to forget anyway.
My favorite part of Galway was the seafood chowder we had (pictured above). The soda bread was forgettable, but that’s par for the soda bread course. Not found in Galway, but instead en route to Dublin was Sean’s bar. Which, from the outside (and most of the inside) was unremarkable except for 2 points:
- I bears my name
- At more than 1,000 years old, it’s Ireland’s oldest bar
I’ll let you decide which bit is more remarkable.
It has since been heavily renovated and gets by on the technicality of being the oldest bar in the same location. They have some pieces of the original building, including a section of the wall but otherwise it looks like any other pub in Ireland. We did a quick lap and then left without having a drink. At this point we were both ready to be home. The last stop, undeserving of a post, was at a hotel near the airport for a convenient departure. We raided an on-site vending machine, walked around the corner to get some Subway, repacked our bags, and then face-planted into bed.
Your reward for making it to the end of this trip is this postcard with a recipe for Irish scones on it. I can recall which host left that for us, but I did add it to our recipe book where it will likely sit unused, forever.
Oh, and it would seem that despite having fallen in love with them I didn’t bother to take any photos of the Jambons we had in Ireland… perhaps because they didn’t survive long enough for me to photograph. But here are photos of a few Sarah made me upon our return. They’re great.
The End!
