Having been ridiculously indecisive as usual, Debs and I left Dublin Airport without a plan of where we were going to go for the first few days of our week in Ireland. We had a number of ideas – Cork, Kerry, Limerick and Clare, but didn’t feel we had enough time to get from Cork or Kerry to Mayo (whilst doing what we did want to do), and didn’t feel Limerick
was what we were after. Even then, we didn’t know we would end up in Ennis, but Ennis it was.
Ennis is the principal town of Clare, and I guess for you Yorkshire folk about the size of Otley (with a similar number of drinking establishments too!). We arrived having driven from Dublin in our nicely upgraded Golf through Athlone, Ballinasloe, Loughrae and Gort. With a stop for lunch, it took about 5 hours or so. We drove through the town centre and found a nice B & B the other side of town. Once we’d dumped the bags we headed straight out for a beer in town as it was a lovely sunny evening.
We chatted (or rather, got chatted to) by some locals who’d been on the piss all day by the looks of it. They told us how to find the famous house used in Father Ted (that we didn’t bother to find) but then left one by one. We headed to another bar for a drink before we headed for some dinner at The Town Hall.
Food in Ireland is a funny affair really. I’m sure in the major places such as Dublin, Cork and Limerick there’s a whole host of great restaurants that you can choose from, but it seems the majority of the west coast of Ireland is dominated by over-priced under-achieving places or pub food. The Town Hall was recommended to us by our landlady, and it was €50 a head including wine for a 3 course meal. My starter was so uninspiring that I can’t even remember what it was, and the main course was a lamb shank served with an odd tomato sauce on a bed of mash and vegetables. It came with another portion of cheesy potatoes and vegetables, which I didn’t even need to start into. Anyway, at least the wine was good, and we left and had a post dinner drink or two at The Diamond Bar before we hit the sack.