Poaching Eggs

Sunday breakfast in our house is often poached eggs on toast. I know my way around a kitchen pretty well but I used to be terrified of poaching eggs. Not sure why but I think it was a result of years of seeing experts swirling water around in high sided […]

Wooden Spoon

  Double thanks to Christine for this one. She not only spotted and researched the venue, but she also paid for our breakfast. Nice. Cheers. The Wooden Spoon is on Bath Place in Blackrock, just off the main street and close to the Dart station. It opens at 7, Monday […]

Huevos Rancheros

I love Sunday breakfast at home, especially when I have nowhere to go. It can be relaxed. I can read Saturday’s papers and I can then move seamlessly into whatever other activity I have or haven’t planned for the day. I’m an early riser so, on the Sundays when it’s […]


  In the 1980s and 90s I lived just off Clanbrassil Street and worked on Montague Street, between Camden Street and Harcourt Street. Camden Street was our haunt. To those who don’t know it, it can feel like an in between sort of street; something one drives up or down […]