Folks, if you’ve been wondering where I’ve been for the past week (or maybe you haven’t), I’ve been preparing for a once-in-a-lifetime trip to Ireland. Actually, I’m writing to you from Dublin right now.
The entire Linnemann clan (i.e., my parents, triplet brother and sisters + their significant others, grandpa and grandpa, aunt and cousin) piled into cars and drove to Chicago for a direct flight to Dublin on Friday. Before we went to the airport, we headed to the Bad Apple in Lincoln Square to get some burgers and some beers.
My family (minus my sister Annie and her boyfriend, who were meeting us in Dublin) all met at the airport for our direct flight.
We left at 6 p.m. CST and arrived in Dublin at at 7 a.m. (2 a.m. CST) on Saturday, groggy and jet lagged. Several of us had breakfast while everyone else took naps. Later, we hopped in taxis and headed down to the city center for lunch at a pub called The Church.
While most of our meals were forgettable (even bad—Ireland isn’t known for its food), my sister did order a really great traditional Irish dish—Bacon and Boiled Cabbage. “Bacon” in Ireland, as we’ve quickly come to realize, means ham, not crispy rashers of pork belly as us Americans know it. The ham and cabbage were both perfectly cooked and served upon a buttery mess of mashed potatoes and covered in cream gravy.
After lunch we attempted to walk around, but Grandma wasn’t enjoying the rain in her wheelchair, so the adults went back to the hotel and the kids hit up the pub. After drinking a few beers we decided to walk back to the hotel. It was my sister’s boyfriend’s birthday, so my sisters and I decided we were somehow going to pick up a birthday cake on our way back to the hotel without Bart knowing.
Let me tell you—we’re resourceful girls. In about 15 minutes the three of us had gotten two cakes, one with Happy Birthday on it, party hats, candles, cutlery, and a little gift box of chocolates. When we arrived back at the hotel, my sister, Paige, got Bart to leave the room and we set up a quick party in the hotel restaurant. I’m not sure how surprised he was, but I don’t think he was expecting us to go all out like we did.
After the party, everyone tapped out one by one. You’ll be proud to know the Kitchen Bitch made it until 10 p.m. before finally hitting the sack for a good 12 hours. What a great first day in Ireland!