Keep It Fresh

It’s Friday and I am sleepy. Very sleepy. So to whip things into a frenzy, I attempt to supply you with a quickfire inventory of musings that are occupying my overactive mind:

• Robots In Disguise are rather terrible.
• Lightspeed Champion is rather not terrible.
• Black coffee saved my life today. And not for the first or last time.
• I await the Kevin Drew gig with fervour.
• If you still haven’t seen Control, get on it.
• Mark and Dave are DJing the Lobby Bar in Crawdaddy tonight. Get thee there. There promises to also be some lady action – ladies who have already been referred to in this post, in fact.
• If Jessica Alba can’t wear neon denim effectively, then neither can you or I mere mortals.
• Why aren’t more people tickled pink by the fact Super Furry Animals are playing next week?
• My assumption accuracy is not as honed as it used to be.
• The Some Days Never End Festival has much, much potential, though I have a feeling I will be disappointed.
• Arts and Crafts are fun.
• Did I mention Blur are probably reforming?…yup, thought so…
  

 http://www.entertainment.ie/festival

I like forgiving and forgetting

I dislike constant lethargy

 _sarah_

I would like to publicly thank the Market Bar for my new current food obsession: feta cheese. The Market Bar has always walked a fine line for me. On one side of the line is some excellently prepared and presented food, ranging from salads to meatballs, it officially comes under the name of Tapas @ The Market Bar. On the other side of that extremely thin line is the bar itself which can be a decibel level to high when the crowds fill it. There’s also the staggered service policy which means you could have finished your meal, polished off a bottle of red, payed the bill and taken a taxi home before your date/friend/companion/significant other has even seen their dish of choice.* But again I bring you back to the excellent food and I must admit to having a soft spot for the joint when I’m in the mood.

Now to the feta salad in question. A meager €7.50 for the small (more than enough), their feta salad is a treat. I’d always been partial to the cheese but after my Market Bar experience at the weekend, I’ve been throwing the lil white blocks into everything. The salad in question consisted of a baby spinach and rocket base, crispy bacon, roasted walnuts and croutons and comes highly recommended with a glass of red. I’m sure our resident alcoholic wine expert, Sarah, can point us in the direction of a suitable companion to this very affordable and delicious dish.

-phil

*this description to be taken with a very large pinch of salt

Red wine? I love it. I crave it lately, in fact. So expect many the longwinded blog in the near future, harping on about my current penchant. Up until recently, I had a “France only” rule when it came to reds. Then I was introduced to the Port House (confuse it with the nearby Porter House at your own peril) on South William Street, where Spanish and Portuguese wines are the name of the game. I was mildly converted. Largely due to the waiting staff as they were so….helpful.

However, I shall begin with my current favourite Frenchie. Narcissist that I am not, today’s hankering is a Castel Syrah. Generally, the blacker the wine, the happier the Sarah. And this one is b.l.a.c.k. I got particularly tired and emotional on a bottle not so long ago, and my teeth, and counterparts, have been angry with me since.

I’m not going to pretend to enlighten you with the ins and outs of bouquets and top notes, but this is a mean wine with it’s perfect accompaniment being….even more of the same. Ooh la la.

I like the word “generalment”

I dislike screw-top bottles of wine.

_sarah_