As entertaining and spirited as they are on reality television, gypsies get a big, fat bad rap in England. I like them. Afterall, I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for some Irishman who got the travelling bug and picked up sticks for the new world. Visiting Cork City though, I can see why some would be tempted to skip town – it lacks charisma. It feels like a once-thriving port city that experienced a downturn and kind of lost its mojo.
I heard there was one spot in Cork that is still buzzing – the covered market. So I got to the Farmgate Cafe just as it was opening and ordered a full Irish breakfast. All the ingredients are sourced from traders inside the market so you know everything is über fresh!
We spent the rest of the morning wandering up and down through the market stalls – and somehow found room in our tummies for one fresh oyster apiece, shucked and served on ice at O’Connell’s fish counter.
With some fresh Irish strawberries for the road, we left Cork City in our rearview mirror and headed for the coast! Ballycotton is a cute little fishing village favored by deep-sea anglers.
It was such a hot, sunny day I made a run for the water – but didn’t make it further than a few frozen toes!
It was warm enough for me to dutifully enjoy a cool half-pint of Guinness (for my health). Cheers to the travelling life!