I went to Ireland last fall with realistic expectations: good music, strong whiskey, great beer and green landscapes. What I didn’t expect was much in the way of food. But I was pleasantly surprised to find the grub wasn’t just the atrocious smoked butt and cabbage with boiled potatoes that my mom made me eat every St. Paddy’s day growing up. Instead, I loaded up on delicious curries and bangers and mash, and tasted many a... More >>>