the ramblings of an itinerant travel (& food) whore
A proper pint of Guinness, thick slices of brown bread, and half a dozen Carlingford oysters at PJ O’Hare’s. This is what I think of when I hear the phrase ‘holy trinity.’
9 years ago
brown bread/carlingford/guinness/ireland/oysters/pj o'hare's
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