Glasses of porter and omelettes
College days are a distant memory, but one memory remains of a Munsterman who had a fondness for transporting us from Churchtown up to Lamb Doyle’s pub at the edge of the Dublin mountains. It seemed an odd thing to do, there were numerous pubs within easy walking distance for someone looking for refreshment after a day at the books.
Lamb Doyle’s, I was told, was bona fide. It was an odd way of talking about a pub, I thought. Only recently did I discover that “bona fide” meant something …