Indeed, she was appalled. I first took her to Ireland in the early 90s (my fourth trip) and I thought she was going to faint when she was served her first Irish breakfast. This was also before the no smoking rule in pubs (EU benefit?). She lived on muslix cereal, local farm cheese, fresh bread, and fresh mussels. In fact our lunch from day two on that trip was local cheese, fresh bread, and French red wine (great value) consumed while sitting in beautiful, peaceful country church grounds/cemeteries.
We found a pub between Clifden and Sligo that literally sat on a mussel farm lake (I think this is it in the photo) where we literally saw the cook walk out to the lake to get the mussels we were served. Unbelievable!
Good times, Uncle! I had an employee who needed to take some days off. I asked why. Her cousin was preggers n due but they lived in some small island so she was gonna stay with her. Had to convince husband who had a mussel boat n said come over for dinner. He thought it was weak/steange to go somewhere to have a child and etc. City folk, etc. Good guy, from what I could understand, but we just downed beers n talked n nodded at each other. His hands were as big and strong at handshake as my real farmer relatives etc. But shy, but didnt know own strength from work. Bairn was born healthy "in hospital" and all went well. I have stories from Ireland also. Away from cities much of area is like our former midwest, country, NE, mountain, Southern, or wherever small town life.
Food: fishpie and chips with WHITE, not malt, vinegar- more tart. Late night, drunk. Their version of fastfood place. Morning bacon roll n brown sauce.