No, really. You are.
On my way home after the Kronos Quartet concert in Dundalk, I stopped by Abrakebabra on Park Street. I hadn’t eaten since lunchtime. So, I ordered a chicken baguette. This is what I get. Looks like poo in a roll, but it isn’t. The sauce was pseudo-pepper-sauce-in-a-jar-like. Understandably, I left my food behind me. Oh […]
Pass this most days on the Ranelagh Triangle..