Galway oysters are coming to Toronto for Dora Keogh's annual celebration at the weekend. I don't particularly like them (I had them once in Davy Byrne's "moral pub" with a friend years ago. They tasted on the snotty side, but fresh). Whatever. It gets us out of the house and it's an excuse to drink a few pints. And then dinner guests on Sunday!
I'll be exhausted by all the conversation and stimulus.
2 comments:
Davy Byrne's moral rip-off pub.
Those fucking things are disgusting. What's the point of eating something you can't chew?
(OK, before you say it, I've done that but it was in a different context. All right?)
Oysters. Who thought of eating oysters? And why? Sad bastard.
Bock, Davy Byrne's had a huge price jump from when I was first there in '96. But their crab platter is still one of my favorite dishes anywhere. It's perfect and simple.
I did laugh at your "DATY" joke, though. Do you get that there or is that just American slang?
We were there one month early for the oysters, a mix up in scheduling. Still a nice pub.
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