Like most, I wouldn't give a hoot on old churches and ruins like most people do. But then again as I begin to mature through time and seeing the changes from politic to religion, from a humble farmland migrate into the top IT and Scientific industry country, all with the expense of EU negligence which our politician played. Little did we realized these could be our downfall. So we better leave this subject to the Bertie, as he knows what best for Ireland.
Lets not talk about fables and folklore's but the importance is really a nice Sunday Roast. Ireland has a very fascinating culture, without the English and their greed that leads to potato famine, there won't be USA, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and others. So we consider that a blessing as we can't be farmers all our lives. Its so funny, deep in the forest of Borneo you wouldn't be surprise see a short curly hair aborigines with dayak or dusun blood with a name called Michael Murphy. The picture above show how the Irish cares about the origins. They don't simply demolished the 17th century stone house instead they extend it generations after another. Why? It leave a landmark that one day their forefathers will come back and hardly recognized his land he once lived in. Unfortunately they won't.
Here we are the land of last Leprechauns, I am not really good at pin point the exact history or care about how the town is built and why there are leprechauns. My main intentiuon is to find the best piece of steak in the entire Emerald Isle. The last time I had a real good one that lingers in my brain was in the year 1993. A small town up in the north called Ballymena., where Liam Neeson was born.
Time stood still, just like Orson Welles 'Twilight Zone' movies, nothing chance except some new weighing machines and the rules of HSE cleanliness procedure.
Simple packaging, no fancy M&S nutritious info, you pay for the the real organic price, no frills from over exaggerated photo marketing temptations. Just plain food old stuff from local abattoir. In fact they raise, they slaughtered, the sell.
True Irish, just like Guinness the flavors. All prepared goodies goes back to the same method of production. Unlike stuff from the supermarket, If you ever live in Ireland and savor the real Irish meat from the family butcher, you will never ever find the comparison even its Dawn meat, Denny or Superquinn sausages.
Have you notice, even to this date with the IT age, they still use the Imperial measurements. I am pretty sure if you ask the bottle babies to grab a pound of nuts, he will have no idea how many handful should he gather to get a pound...lol. But you ask them a pint they will easily tell you by saying I get piss on the 4th pints....lmao.
When we talk about Family Butcher, I mean the entire business is run by the family. Here you see a father and daughter team and at the back of the house his son and running the farm the mum. I've travel the entire 29 counties and 5 city council many times over for the past 2 decades. This is the last Mohigans of Ireland.
This is not a paid advertisement nor am I related with the owner. It is my passion to seek the Best steak in Ireland. It is not based on my personal view on how good his steak was. Considering if you travel to all the counties every week and taste the steak yourself, you would know who is best. And make sure you don't cook it at home. Do it in the wilderness. NO Salt, No preservative, No pepper, No Sodium glutamate, No enhancing, just charbroiled or barbecue with whatever wood you fin in the forest.
To all young and old that have left the country in seek for financial stability in faraway foreign land.
We miss ya.... Sláinte
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