I spent the weekend in Dublin for a job interview, and unfortunately, I was disappointed by the city – although the above statue of Oscar Wilde, smirking at you in flamboyant colours from a top a rock, is pretty amazing. I was also travelling with a picky eater, and my patience wore thin after the city left me unimpressed, and then I couldn’t indulge in interesting restaurants to make up for it. We ate one meal in a franchised global pizza chain, and lunch the next day in a famous global fast food syndicate who’s name begins with an M. Not the best weekend of my life.
Now I did think of visiting the guinness brewery in Dublin when the city sights proved a bit of a letdown… but unfortunately, I don’t like guinness. In fact, the closest I came to consuming guinness during my visit to Ireland was to eat this underwhelming Steak and Guinness Pie at a pub before my interview – it is normally served as a pie with chips (fries) and gravy… giving a strange double gravy double starch combination I rectified (in a somewhat sacrilegious way) by adding salad in lieu of fried potatoes.
Now, I feel in general English cuisine has a really undeserved bad reputation, as on a cold rainy day, you can’t asking for anything better than a delicious strong stew encased in pastry. It was an unfortunate choice for me, despite it being a cold rainy day in Dublin, as I was on my way to a job interview and it sat heavily and comfortably in my nervous stomach. Lesson learned.
Anyways, I can’t write much in this entry except use it as a eulogy to my weekend in Dublin that could have been… had there not been legions of Welsh rugby fans in town accompanied by requisite skanky girls I may have had a peaceful pint… had I not chosen to travel with a picky (and snobby) French citizen I may have made up for the lack of atmosphere with a delicious meal… had I been a little more articulate in the interview, I may have gotten the job.