This morning I had intended to write a paean to the virtues of the moleskine diary but because blogger and iPhoto-loaded photos say yuuuurrrgh!, you get to hear about curry cheese coleslaw chips instead.
The second from last time I was in Sligo, herself and myself went for a few to Connolly’s pub just there by the river. As this was turning out to be quite the ‘complete Sligo experience’ (unnecessarily grumpy bar staff, random conversations with former school friends), we ended the night with a quick jaunt across to the Happy Eater ‘restaurant’. I use that word advisedly for a restaurant it just about is. It has all of the usual nasal and visual cues of a restaurant but little of the welcoming nature of many a fine establishment. Since they put the town’s bypass through the town (the NRA working on 1978 plans of course) getting to the Happy Eater is no longer the casual, i.e. staggering, experience it once was. Three not-so-quick pedestrian crossings later, we were queuing for the unique culinary experience that is: curry cheese coleslaw chips.
What?! It is a portion of chips (allegedly) with a serving of curry sauce, coleslaw on top and then generously complimented by Musgrave’s grated-cheese best. At 2am after a skinful, it is the best thing in Sligo since Ray McSharry packed his bags for Europe.
By the way: the title is derived from an adolescent joke about tasting certain bodily fluids.