A full Irish Breakfast is my first meal in Ireland. It is about 8am, I have been off the plane for about 45min and have already been through a blizzard and been blinded by the sun reflecting off of a gigantic spire in the middle of Dublin.
Breakfast in Ireland is one of the most aggressive meals you could have at any point of the day. Take 12 pounds of pig fat in various forms and top that with some eggs and bread and throw some internal organs on a plate with some motor oil disguised as coffee and you have breakfast. Needless to say this smorgasbord of fat is incredibly tasty and the company makes it even better.
My travel companion and I are sitting adjacent to 3 older men probably in their 80's talking in an Gaelic and drinking straight warm whiskey. One of the men pick up my New York accent and begin to ask some questions about our trip. The gentlemen insist that we have a drink with them. I have never been one to turn down a beverage and have always been told to respect my elders so here we are at around 8:30am sipping Jameson in a cafe in Dublin.
It is before 9am, I am noticeably drunk and now it is time to begin my first day in the Irish Capital.
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