Just a city boyJOURNEYMAN JIMMY
Born and raised in West Glasgow
Took the midnight bus
Going all the way
With apologies to Journey, but I am a city boy and these are my city delights.
Kicking off with Dublin where I have worked for the last 13 years (and hope to do so again).
There will be no science to this.
I’ll just dip in and out of the cities I’ve visited and loved, ones I hope to see, and some I’m not that keen on.
Dublin should really be called Blackpool, but thank goodness it’s not.
Not that the English pierside city hasn’t got its charms. But!
Black pool (dubh linn) was the name given to the settlement founded in 888.
Where the Poddle stream met the river Liffey to form a deep pool at Dublin Castle http://www.dublincastle.ie.
The Vikings, the Normans, the British, the Irish, the buskers have all sampled her pleasures.
And hers too…
Molly Malone. She never existed.
And she was probably an amalgam of many Scottish/English/American and Irish traders of the 18th and 19th centuries anyway.
But Irish fishmongers did yell ‘Cockles and Mussels Alive, Alive O.’
Today you’ll find Molly, who is known locally as ‘The Tart with the Cart’, outside the Irish Tourist Information Centre. http://www.discoverireland.ie.
The Dubs have a way with words, a sharp sense of humour and a healthy mockery of their celebrities.
Feet of clay
The fag on the crag: Oscar Wilde in Merrion Square.
The prick with the stick: James Joyce on North Earl Street.
The crank on the bank: The cranky poet Patrick Kavanagh.
The ace with the bass: The much-loved Thin Lizzy rocker Phil Lynott.
And when the Dubs come to honour their Greatest Ever Citizen…
The smart ass in the sunglasses.
The fighting Irish
Dublin still bears the scars of its wars for independence.
On the plinth of the statue of Daniel O’Connell, ‘The Liberator’, the entry point to Dublin’s most historic city.
Against the bullets of the British Army,
And at Kilmainham Gaol http://www.kilmainhamgaol.ie where the leaders were shot, among them James Connolly who was strappped to a chair on account of his gangrenous leg.
The party spirit is indistinguishably Irish but the word ‘craic’ is borrowed from the Scots, even referenced in Robert Burns.
Before making its way over the Irish Sea to the Ulster Scots.
What’s most important though is where to find it.
The simplest answer is: every day on the streets of Dublin.
But here are a few pubs where it’s in great supply.
O’Donoghues, Merrion Row http://www.odonoghues.ie
Where The Dubliners, Ireland’s most famous folk band were formed and where you can still hear the best trad music.
Mary’s Bar & Hardware, Wicklow Street http://www.marysbar.ie.
It’s something of a country thing, a multi-purpose business, Mary’s doubling up with WOWBURGER upstairs.
And you can have a beer and a burger. And then downstairs again for another, and some live music.
The Workshop http://www.theworkshopgastropub.com
I admit a vested interest here… my cousins run The Workshop On George’s Quay looking out on to the Liffey.
It’s the one with the squirrel mural and it’s handily placed next to Tara Street DART (train) station.
Which I and generations knew as Kennedys.
It has transferred itself into a gastropub in response to our changing tastes and how it does taste.
With the most beautifully presented and sumptuous dishes.
Get some food in you
It may be in the national psyche because of the Potato Famine. Irish people are obsessed with food and can talk for hours on the subject.
I have been lucky enough to be wined and dined in a few..,
Chapter One, Parnell Square http://www.chapteronerestaurant.com
Dublin is not short of Michelin-starred restaurants and Chapter One is my pick.
Don’t ask to have your steak done ‘your way’ as an amateur diner posited unless you want a dismissive, lip-curling look from your waiter.
You’ll agree though when you eat it.
Chai Yo Teppanyaki, Baggot Street Lower http://www.chaiyo.ie
Teppanyaki at its best as it should be as it’s the venue for the annual Wendy Wu brochure launch.
And Wendy. Queen of Asian high-end Travel, should know.
All the Teppanyaki dishes are served with soup, fried rice and mixed vegetables.
I often go for the Chef’s Special as I reckon they know best.
King Prawns, Chicken Teriyaki and Fillet Steak. I’m stuffed. Oh, go on them.
Pizza Yard, Sanford Road, Ranelagh http://www.pizzayard.ie
When you’ve been cycling through town on one of those multi-cycle party trucks (and do) then you’ll get a hunger up.
Just as well then that we got to stop off at Pizza Yard where they will slap down a two-yard long pizza on the table.
Of course I went for the al funghi (with mushrooms). Wash it down with Italian lager.
A little local knowledge
The Hugh Lane Gallery http://www.hughlane.ie
Messier than any student bedsit.
But it was that organised chaos that inspired artist Francis Bacon.
So when he died he bequeathed that his studio be recreated back in his native Dublin.
The Book of Kellls, Trinity College http://www.tcd.ie
Maybe because I’d been dragged along to see the ancient scripts when I was a kid.
But I remember the queues being long and I couldn’t understand any of it.
Don’t say ‘Top of the mornin’ ’
Do say: ‘What’s the craic?’
Really, this is finally. And my favourite hotel in Dublin https://jimmurtytraveltraveltravel.com/the-intercontinental-what-a-ledge/