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07/21/2010

Things I love About Dublin: Restaurants

July 2nd and 3rd I think I was sick or something, I didn't do much. So let's talk about food.

First session I ate out a lot. A lot. I spent way too much money on just OK food. But, I found some gems. In case you care/ever want to go, go here.

Boojums: See; the first post.
Cafe Azteca: Great Mexican food, great prices. The closest thing to Mexican food you can find on an Island in the North Atlantic.
Indian Ocean: Best Indian Food in the City. Put it on a magazine. Four courses for 15 euro! You CAN'T go wrong!
Rick's Burgers: It's open late and serves up the best of the worst food possible, greasy, grimy burgers and fries.
Ishkanders: You like Greek food? You like Ishkanders. The fact that you can watch the lamb cook from the street doesn't hurt either.
Leo Burdock's - Like Rick's Burgers, but with Fish and Chips.

The Milkshake Bar. The Milkshake Bar and I have a history.

The first day I saw this place I thought I was in a dream, I had to have been. No place so perfect can exist. An establishment with the sole purpose of serving Milkshakes. BUT IT'S SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT.

Well, to be fair, it's not. They really just serve Milkshakes, but they blend in full candy bars, biscuits (cookies), Nutella, Peanut Butter, Fruit, Skittles, Coffee, whatever! Not to be blasphemous, but I like them a lot. A LOT, a lot. If I was in 6th grade and the Milkshake Bar was in 8th grade, I would work up the nerve to ask it do dance. Even if their friends were there.

(Note from the Blogger: Due to a technical error, this should be the second post, as opposed to the third. Sorry for the inconsistent scrolling)

I'm sorry if you made tea on that previous post to make sure you had something to quench your thirst through reading. I realized how obnoxiously long it would be. Anyways, a new day a new post seems more manageable.

Wednesday, June 30th found us at St. Patrick's Cathedral. I had gone here once before thinking I was going to mass. This was a mistake. Anecdote!

My friend Shelley from the first session, and one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of meeting, asked if I wanted to go to mass one night. I thought: "Sure! C'mon Andy, you're in Ireland and you're Catholic. You GOTTA go to mass! It's like being in France and not having wine." So I hop on board and start telling everyone the ins and outs of Catholic mass and giving witty zingers and self-deprecating jokes, just straight HAMMIN' it up. Anyways, we get to the Cathedral and we take our places in the pews and we witness a solid 40 minutes of this grandiose, epic, Prog-Rock kind of Vocal performance. It was like if Pink Floyd wrote church hymns. Everything was sung, the melody always changed, and the organ just kept pumping out the most depressing, hope-crushing bass notes ever. I left in a state of confusion and disbelief. Everything I knew about Catholicism was wrong! Was I that out of practice at going to Church? I had some serious "Father, I have a problem" concerns running through my head.

I learned on this day however, I had no idea what the hell was going on because it was an Anglican church. Crisis of Faith Averted!

St. Patrick's is a beautiful Cathedral on the outside and ever cooler on the inside. It's packed with marble statues and old Loyalist Irish World War 1 Flags and a bunch of stuff for Johnathon Swift. It seemed like the Church was having a garage sale of all the really sweet stuff they had.

An added bonus was a super dope park next to it! Before the aforementioned denomination switch up I hung out in it for a hour because I mixed up in the times (and, of course, denomination). The Park also houses the reason for the Church's namesake. Legend has it that the park once had a fountain in which St. Patrick once baptized people. That's probably better than a jungle gym.

1/7/10

There is an overwhelming chance that no one really cares about this, but this was the day I got to ride the Luas. The Luas is a train that cruises through the city at a moderate speed and rings a little bell that makes sure you don't get a basis for a claim against the City of Dublin Transit Authority. One thing I found weird about the Luas is how trusting everyone was. You don't need a ticket to get on, well, you do, but getting on is as easy as just opening the door and getting on. The Honor System is strong in Ireland, be I of looser morals or stronger nerves, I would have exploited this. However, I still get nervous taking Pennies from the Take/Leave a Penny, so I played this one pretty straight laced.

The Irish National Museum is in Collins Barracks, which is a former Military Barracks and it is ENORMOUS. The multitude of exhibits in the museum excluding, the sheer span of the courtyard makes your head spin. I felt like Lawrence of Arabia trying to get across.

The museum is free to the public and has some high quality exhibits. There was a fantastic installment about the 1916 Rebellion. However, after spending a month and 3,000 words talking about the Rebellion, I was a little drained. I made my way over to the Celtic Cross exhibit. I expected model sized crosses in glass containers with index cards giving a quick rundown of the specs.

Boy howdy was I wrong! MONOLITHIC RECREATIONS! EVERYWHERE! It was great being able to get to see all sides of the cross up close to get all of the details, along with the descriptions of what each cross has on it. Celtic Crosses have depictions and symbols on every inch of them and due to being around for hundreds of century, the fine details have worn off so I can never tell if something is supposed to be a lion or a water jug, or any of the other plethora of Biblical references a Celt can carve into some stone.

I remember it was warm that day so I treated myself to a Milkshake.
But more on that later. For now, let's go back in time, since I messed up how to use this.

I would like to take this opportunity to apologize for all of you who waited with bated breathe for my weekly blog updates. It is currently the last day of the session, and I am prepared to synthesize an entire month's experiences into one post. Get a cup of tea, get a Flake 99 cone, grab a Fanta with real orange juice in it, it's about to get real.

Let's start from the very beginning of the middle!

Blogger's Logger: June 29th
Dear Future Procrastinating Andy,
I sure can't wait till you put up these daily blog updates! Imagine it! Friends, family, and aspiring travelers such as yourself getting real time updates of Ireland! I wonder what July is going to be like!
Love, Present Andy

Sorry, bud. On the 29th we visited St. Michan's, which is one of the few parishes on the North Side of the river. The Church itself is pretty underwhelming compared to the massive Christchurch a mere few blocks away. However, the old adage holds up here. "Don't Judge A Church Until You Walk 5 Meters Below It's Foundations and Look at the Mummies."

I REPEAT IN A PARAGRAPH BREAK IT INCREASE CLARITY: THERE WERE MUMMIES! REAL LIFE, BRENDAN FRAISER-LESS MUMMIES!

The crypt under St. Michan's was found to have the perfect conditions to preserve corpses after one of the privately owned coffins broke and upon investigation a perfectly preserved human being was there as opposed to a regular old bag of bones.The mummies were as creepy and unsettling as one would expect, especially when your guide insists that touching a mummified Crusader's finger is good luck.

After touching a dead human being, I bet get some luck. Or hand-sanitizer. Preferably the former, but, in a pinch, I'll settle for the latter. Whatever I did the rest of that day is unimportant and mundane. I think I ate at Boojums, LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT BOOJUMS.

Boojums is a Burrito restaurant similar to the American chains Chipotle or Qdoba, but it's in Ireland. There's a place that serves humongous burritos. In Ireland. I'm in Ireland. I still can eat humongous burritos. It makes me misty eyed just thinking about it. I'll talk more about my favorite restaurants and such whenever I was lame and didn't do anything.

Till tomorrow!
- Andy

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