| Smokey whiskey to the dirge of an old man accompanied by a tin whistle being laughed out by a carrot red haired lass of 20 who in her zealous moment of destructive hilarity misses out on how her nine year old nephew whips down a half a pint of Guinness that was standing unattended on the counter, in just that very moment of time. -Michael Power |
| Tell me a story about your hometown - about some of the smells, tastes, sights and sounds of home that you long for? In return I’ll endeavor to fill the cafe with your wishes. |
