We started our evening just as the sun was setting over the village. First stop was a visit to Bill Chawkes Lounge Bar on Rathkeale Rd. which was the furthest pub from the Adare Manor gate where we parked. You might say that it was all down hill from there.
We enjoyed a lovely Merlot and wondered what their patio would be like in the warmer weather.
Just around the corner on Main St. was Pat Collins Bar where we decided to have some supper. D choose their homemade soup and brown bread.
DK and/or PK ordered the Bacon & Abbey Blue Brie Panini which was served with apple chutney, tossed salad & fries. I was wondering if DK would order Bacon & Cabbage again because even though he had eaten it for lunch, it was also featured on Pat Collins menu.
I was craving a feed of veggies and selected a salad which was topped with chicken and lots of toasted almonds for even more crunch.
We enjoyed Pat Collin’s hospitality on a subsequent night and had some fun with our interpretation of the Irish sport of Hurling. It was pretty obvious that we were uncouth Canadians.
That second night there was local entertainment and the Irish are so welcoming that they included DK as he resurrected his drumming passion.
Meanwhile we enjoyed their homemade dessert selection including a delicious mixed fruit tart and apple pie.
The last stop that evening was across Main St. at Aunty Lenas. Lena is also a Chawke and so it was fitting that we started and ended the evening enjoying Chawke hospitality. The stout and beer taps at Aunty Lena’s were a sight to behold.
There are a beautiful complement to the gorgeous bar.
And so we strolled (no we didnt crawl) back to the Manor gate having spent a wonderful evening enjoying Irish hospitality.
Kaths quote: The pie should be eaten “while it is yet florescent, white or creamy yellow, with the merest drip of candied juice along the edges, (as if the flavor were so good to itself that its own lips watered!) of a mild and modest warmth, the sugar suggesting jelly, yet not jellied, the morsels of apple neither dissolved nor yet in original substance, but hanging as it were in a trance between the spirit and the flesh of applehood…then, O blessed man, favored by all the divinities! eat, give thanks, and go forth, ‘in apple-pie order!'”-Rev. Henry Ward Beecher