Oldest Tavern in Belfast. First legal pints served somewhere in the early 1700th century.
Showing posts with label pubs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pubs. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 25, 2012
Place for a Finnish bar in Dublin?
I was thinking about posting an entry about the Lithuanica in Blanchardstown. But there is also a another need. Lithuanica sells great rye bread of sorts, but what this country needs, at least for the Finnish involved, it's a bar where you're ordinary shot will not be Jägermeister. Don't get me wrong, I have had a few of those, and Jäger is good.
But a bar or a pub, which would sell these particular things:
1. Jallu (cut brandy)
Caramel-colored vodka with some brandy or cognac in it.
2. Lonkero (long drink)
Originally made for the foreign guests (from Finnish point of view) during the 1952 Helsinki Olympics. It's basically Gin mixed with Grapefruit soda or Bitter Lemon (latter being the one usually sold as the 'house's long drink' [talon lonkero])
3. Salmari
Vodka and Turkish Pepper mixed togerher. Vodka is supposed to be Koskenkorva, a Finnish spirit, which has no comparison anywhere around the world, ever, period. It's just that bad.
4. Fisu
Fisu is the same kind of mixture than Salmari, just change the Turkish Pepper to Fisherman's friend. Note from a bartender: if you know how to make Salmari, you should use less of Fisherman's friend.
5. Laku
Same as previous two, except this time the mixture with Vodka is Salmiakki, or as we scientific people call it, ammonium chloride made for eating. Also the Turkish Pepper has some of it inside. It's poisonous in large amounts, but hey, paraphrasing Queen: Too much ammonium chloride will kill you.
Other things are well covered here. One thing still keeps me curious. It is that we, in Finland, at least us professionals, think that Kopparberg is the most least attractive cider in the world, as it is so sweet and so full of sugar, that bars sell it here as an exotic option. More of an exotic substitute for cider. But hey, nobody is a prophet on their on land. Meaning that Bulmers is usually sold in Scandinavian countries as the prestigious Cider, that should be consumed with at least a pride of getting treated like a royal. And it usually costs about 5 euros per third of a liter in a bar. In Ireland you get the whole pint for that price, and you still get out with a little bit of change.
So get rid of that shite and bring in the good stuff. Or at least, never, ever, take Bulmers away.
So get rid of that shite and bring in the good stuff. Or at least, never, ever, take Bulmers away.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Few reasons not to leave Dublin - or come to Dublin
Totally Dublin (TD) produced 200 reasons for not leaving Dublin. It's mostly written for somebody whose family line might be located close to Dublin for generations (at least one). The list is not in any fashioned form emphasizing better reasons upon worse.
So here is a short list of reasons put into different categories.
Respect your shoe polisher
The use of chemical substances or the otherwise lacking respect for things considered gratious are treated differently in Dublin than let's say in Buckingham palace.
It's not like people invented potatoes in Ireland, but they are better here than anywhere else. If you're unsure where potatoes came from, then please visit google maps. It's that big island few thousand miles west of Ireland.
This category is probably the most important, if you're really into the distinctive nature of Dublin, otherwise it's just some concepts people are copying around the world.
So here is a short list of reasons put into different categories.
Respect your shoe polisher
The use of chemical substances or the otherwise lacking respect for things considered gratious are treated differently in Dublin than let's say in Buckingham palace.
- "If the Lady Liberty was here, it’d be called The Clown In The Crown."
- Alcoholism. "There’s actually serious social stigma attached to that in other countries"
- Referring to politicians by their first name. Michael D. Higgins is Michael D.
- Cheeky kids. If a kid tells you, he likes your hair, he thinks your hair looks stupid and you're an idiot. "The city’s children are amongst the world’s most sarcastic." Author of this blog is just being diplomatic.
It's not like people invented potatoes in Ireland, but they are better here than anywhere else. If you're unsure where potatoes came from, then please visit google maps. It's that big island few thousand miles west of Ireland.
- Burritos are "everywhere, but they’re probably full of fancy stuff and complications. Stick to Boojum, Pablo Picante and Burritos & Blues."
- Vikings. They needed parking space for their boats before going on rampage stealing gold and burning monastries. "That’s way cooler than pilgrims", reasons TD.
- Salted butter. "The disappointing, colourless slop that passes for butter in every other country in the world is a disgrace to bread."
- Low risk of invasion. Basically it's like Switzerland except on an island.
- Pubs that are institutions. "-- each better than any pub in any other country. Science fact." A bit like Tavastia or Juttutupa in Helsinki.
- Poker. Different game and you have to be sober. Otherwise it's the same game.
This category is probably the most important, if you're really into the distinctive nature of Dublin, otherwise it's just some concepts people are copying around the world.
- Pints of Guinness. I won't copypaste TD's review. I'll just point out that there's a difference.
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