dillion's pub, somewhere on the way to the cliffs of moher

so having abandoned bunratty castle in record time, we are now on to our next destination: the stunning cliffs of moher. not the comedian either.

but there are tummies grumblin', which means it's time for lunch. and we, of course are in the middle of nowhere and have no idea where or what would be a good stop for food.

we come across this little town with 2 pubs, a convenience store and a parking lot.

the first pub has a menu completely in gaelic so we move on to the next place, across the (tiny) street, called dillon's.

dillon's is absolutely jumping for a saturday afternoon. the pub across the street looks very sad and lonely by comparison. i think the entirely-in-gaelic menu probably can account for some of that. we have had relatively good luck with pub food so we decide that dillon's pub is the pub for us. plus the dillon's pub menu is in english. a definite plus.

we discover that dillon's pub is so lively today because they are hosting a wake. i hope my wake is a joyous and fun filled as this recently deceased folk's. despite the filled to the brimness that is dillon's pub, the staff is so accomodating and a group of men clear their table so we can sit and eat. this would never happen in LA. i tried to share a table to with a thinning haired guy at starbuck's recently who said that he needed the entire table for some, ahem, meeting and despite there being 1 extra chair, said that sharing was out of the question. so i cursed his meeting and hoped that success would continue to elude him. but that's another story for another day. we're in ireland!

pub menus tend to be on the small side as far as range of eats offerings and we see the dillon's is no different. but today they have a roast special, fish and chips and a soup du jour. all of which sound perfect for this cold irish day. i get the amazing fish and chips while joe opts for the roast special which consists of 4 large slices of beef, mashed potatoes, boiled potatoes, some cooked carrots, gravy and bread. all of our food arrives pipingly hot and is just about the most delish meal we've had. the kids have chicken fingers (of course) with chips (those are french fries to you and me) with mini-sausages, which are disdainfully tossed aside by my children but lucky for us because they are damn good.

bellies afull with irish pub goodness, we waddle back to the parking lot across the street to continue our road trip to the cliffs of moher.