I could go for some blaas

Between meetings today, on my last day in Dublin, I decided to sample some proper Irish food. Because the Irish are known for nothing if not their delicious cuisine!

Trotting along in my uncomfortably-high heels, dragging my stuffed-to-the-gills carry-on behind me (running kit, casual outfits, multiple books, and - of course - my newly-purchased set of Guinness pint glasses!), I stumbled onto Hatch & Sons, a gem of a lunch spot across from St. Stephens Green. 

I ordered 'blaas,' which the menu described as a soft white roll from Waterford, the oldest city in Ireland. It was delicious and, indeed, surprisingly soft! (Which is kind of a weird thing to say about a bread roll, but hey, I like a little truth in advertising.) I also ordered a side of potato salad, because, Ireland. It was probably the second-best potato salad I've ever had in my life, rivaled only by the one my mom makes every time I visit (collective awwww). In sum, this was one freakin' fantastic meal.

It's been a great four days in Ireland. I've loved the people, the scenery, and yes, even the food! While I'll sleep soundly in my London bed tonight, I'll also look forward to my next trip to the Emerald Isle.

And until then, I'll be dreaming of blaas.

Love,
Joëlle