Once in a while you have to break tradition. Typically, our Easter is celebrated with the entire family gathered for a special Easter Dinner. But, one Easter Sunday we found ourselves alone in Ireland, traveling south from Dublin to Waterford to meet our daughter. So, for Easter dinner we tried Johnnie Fox’s Pub. What? A guy’s gotta eat, right?
Johnnie Fox’s Pub is no hole-in-the-wall; it’s well known and documented as a very fine establishment. Granted, its a little hard to get to via a narrow and winding road with a steep grade to the top of the Wicklow Mountains, but if President Clinton can find it, why not give it a try. Johnnie’s even has its own “smoking bus”; smoking in pubs is no longer allowed in Ireland, so Johnnie’s parked a double-decker bus outside to accommodate their smoking customers.
Nothing to brag about on the inside. At first I thought it was Ireland’s answer to Cracker Barrel until I realized all of the fixtures and accessories were originals. Cozy dining, as you can see, but everyone in Ireland is your best friend, so it seemed natural to share a picnic table with strangers for Easter dinner. By the way, the food was terrific, exceeding all expectations. We were probably intruders to many locals’ long-standing Easter tradition.
Thought for the Day: I may not have been the greatest president, but I’ve had the most fun eight years. Bill Clinton
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