Greetings from Ireland!
You would think that after 6 months of no animal products I would head right for a slice of pizza, or a cheeseburger, or something decadent to remember what “normal people” ate. Well, I kept thinking that I was not going to waste a slice of pizza or a cheeseburger in Ireland, not to mention I did not have any burning desire for them.
Then I began to over-think it, “Where was I going to have my first piece of meat?” I decided that I would simply eat whatever came naturally; to not make a big deal over it. Now, why have meat at all? Well, two reasons. First, to get over the big deal of it all, and second, to quench my curiosity.
However, it was not until late afternoon that I decided to eat anything other than fruit and vegetables. Up until that time I ate an orange, a box of delicious strawberries I bought at a terrific famer’s market, and a pint of Guinness.
As I walked along the Shannon River in Limerick which was lined with BBQ grills celebrating the yearly Riverfest I decided that The Oyster House at Locke Bar was as good as any place to have my first meat and fish.