During my long weekend stay in Dublin I had a hearty warm Irish breakfast each morning at the hotel, one time I erroneously ordered—‘Full English Breakfast… uh, I mean, sorry… full Irish Breakfast please!’ The woman serving my table politely smiled and said, ‘It’s alright’, while I had to keep reminding myself mentally that the Irish do not really fancy the English at all.
Irish Breakfast, not English ok?
Day 1—Full Irish Breakfast: NO FOTO.
I was too shattered from the night’s pub crawl. Four pints of Guinness and a shot of whiskey. Incidentally, the woman serving my table totally forgot I existed. Coincidence? Well, I couldn’t care less really as I was having a hangover. It’s amusing enough that my neighbouring table had to remind me that my breakfast has not arrived yet. I looked up groggily and nodded at them, ‘Oh yeah, that is correct… thanks.’
And when it did arrive, I barely touched it, much less take a foto. I had no appetite, my head is spinning and my throat still tasted like beer. All I wanted at that moment was to crawl back to the comforts of my hotel room bed.
Day 2—Full Irish Breakfast:
Day 3—Full Irish Breakfast:
So there you go! Now tell me, what’s the difference between a Full English Breakfast and a Full Irish breakfast?
Answer: From a foreigner or tourist point of view—Not much really. But, for sure, a week-long of diet like this is enough to make me move on to the next bigger size.
My Georgian Hotel
Here are a few pictures of the Georgian Hotel I stayed.
I did not get to take a picture of my bedroom but here is moi taking a shot on the mirror and the view from my room down to the street.
Travel Period: September 2010
Destination: Dublin, Ireland
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