Being in Dublin there are certain things that must be accomplished, especially when one is only slightly strapped for time. Rob Scrimger is a pipe smoker and he enjoys a good pipe. Peterson’s of Dublin makes good pipes, world renown pipes if truth be told, and we would be remiss if we didn’t go to the source of all goodness. Just off Grafton Street, their shops stock a stunning array of samples of a pipe-makers arts. Scrim knew what he wanted and in less than a handful of minutes, a Model 999 was obtained from the manufacturers. A few moments later a bowl of tobacco was ignited and was duly enjoyed by Rob.
The Fall is not just a season, it is also an action. The two of us, looking lost and confused on Grafton Street after sampling the wares of McDaiid’s Pubic House (Have a Guinness in Dublin they said, you’ll enjoy it they said) we were walking along when the ground suddenly leapt up and bit one of this party. There were no injuries aside from a momentary feeling of stupidity, but many offers of assistance and concerns for our well-being from the nearby inhabitants.
There was another retail requirement: A black wool turtleneck sweater from Marks & Spencer to join others in my drawer. An M&S was duly located and after a route march to the Men’s department, two examples were obtained with only a moment’s hesitation.
In order to get over trans-meridian circadian disarrhythmia, it is important to get your body on to local time, meaning eat the meal that the local time says to eat. It being close to noon local time (but still 0700 for our bodies) we had to attend the Porterhouse Pub in order to have lunch, a chicken thing and some IPA. The photo mural in the Gentlemen’s was worthy of the visit, as well as a sensible selection of beers.
We then availed ourselves of the Whiskey Museum, an hour long tour of the history of Irish Whiskey history and manufacturer, followed by a tasting of four types of Irish Whiskey with an almost-learned tutor guiding us through the nuance and subtleties of Irish Whiskey. For the uninitiated, or the uncaring, you can always use the term ‘notes of vanilla and caramel’ in tasting as you stare off into middle distance, pausing thoughtfully, perhaps swirling your glass to examine the whiskey-equivalent of legs (called the ‘tears’) in a nuanced manner.
If you are served a glass of Pumpkin-spice intimate wash, you can still use the thoughtful pause and the hesitant “I get notes of…hmmm..vanilla. And a hint of caramel flavours..with spice, and warm notes…”