As I was walking across Temple Bar with my camera, I happened to take a turn towards Dame Street from Essex Street. The alley I had chosen was in a remarkable contrast with the slick Temple Bar design shops, pubs and cafés around. I saw graffiti, piles of un-collected bin bags, and rumbling down, partly blackened walls. Against one doorframe, a chef was inhaling long puffs from his cigarette. I felt like being transferred into one of those dodgy alleyways in American police dramas and decided to memorise the street name for later research: Crane Lane, Crane, as in Frasier Crane.
Recently I have been into simple flavours in cooking, trying to source the freshest and most flavoursome ingredients in Dublin. How I see cooking, especially during the hot summer months, is that the simpler you keep it, for both flavour and nutrition, the better.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman living in a strange new country must be in a want of chocolate cake.
Normally the weakest link in my chain of events when travelling turns out to be the nutrition. If you happen to spot me on my travels, you might see me tramping the city streets right to the point when walking isn’t walking anymore, but some kind of half-conscious crawl from one street corner to another. And when the hunger has hit me, there’s only 2 options left:
Vintage Cocktail Club – an elegant shebeen in Temple Bar
The most famous Irish drink would probably be Irish Coffee, the most famous beverage Guinness, and the most famous amalgamation of pubs the Temple Bar. That is why it was so surprising to find an elegantly seductive shebeen-like cocktail club in the heart of Temple Bar – without beer, or mixes of coffee, whiskey and whipped cream on its menu.