Dublin is just one of those cities that has its own feel. Its always been a special place for me – just far enough away to feel slightly foreign, but close enough to feel homely. It’s the sort of place I’ll visit whenever I can.
On Saturday, Curt and I travelled 2 hours south to the city to see U2 in Croke Park. (Shameless self-promo incoming: but I reviewed the gig for Queen’s Radio if anyone would like to have a wee nosey). It was the band’s homecoming show on ‘The Joshua Tree’ world tour, where they were playing the album in full. Seeing U2, in Dublin, playing their best album to a 80,000 full Croke Park? One word: amazing.
Anyway, on with the rest of the day. We have a little bit of a tradition going regarding Dublin. We get off the bus or train, and walk across the Liffey right to the Temple Bar district.
It’s definitely the place to go to get ripped off (tourist zone), but whatever, Dublin in general is pretty over-priced anyway. And it’s easy to forget about the extortionate prices when you’re in such a beautiful place. For those who haven’t been, Temple Bar is a district of central Dublin characterised by cobbled streets that’s teeming with bars and quirky little shops around every corner.
We go to a little bar below a hotel where we stayed on our last visit. We order chicken wings, and stuff our faces. Now, they’re not the most amazing wings in the universe, but after a long journey of being packed together like sardines on a bus, they’re pretty damn good.
Unfortunately, in my excitement I forgot to save a pic of the goods. For shame.
I did remember to save this though, our second favourite thing about Dublin: pints of this beast.
A cider we first stumbled upon a few years back and have loved ever since. Also, it’s slowly but surely starting to make its way to bars and off-licenses up North (at last). If you’ve never experienced the drink before, picture this: sweet, sweet apple juice that gets you drunk. It’s kinda like a lighter version of Angry Orchard (an equally amazing cider).
On from Temple Bar, we walked back in the direction of the city centre to go to the Northside for the gig at Croke Park. On our way, however, of course we found a doughnut shop. And how could we resist when the first glimpse we had of it was this?
As you can see from the picture, by the time we arrived we were spoiled for choice. The price was pretty decent as well, as each donut was going for €2.50. I decided upon the classic vanilla glaze donut while Curt went all out and got the maple bacon.
These doughnuts were CRAZY GOOD. The dough itself was sourdough (I totally know the difference this makes for doughnut taste….) and the glaze itself, although sweet, wasn’t too sickly. It definitely provided the kick we needed to keep us going through the long night ahead.
I’ve gotta state here, this was the first time either of us had been to Croke Park, or had even been in a real stadium. And because of that, I don’t really feel like anything could have prepared us for the sheer SIZE of the place.
Of course, as we are both afraid of heights, our seats were as far away from the stage and basically as high up as we could get. Naturally. This led to a lot of vertigo throughout the night…(bad U2 pun, am I a dad?).
All in all, a great day and night was had. Dublin’s a fabulous place that I’ll probably never get tired of, and somewhere I’d love to explore even further.
If anyone has any recommendations of places to go or things to see in Dublin, please let me know!