The Irish love their fried breakfast, typically referred to as ‘a fry-up’ or ‘rashers and eggs’. Internationally, it’s called ‘heart attack before noon’. I never learned to love the Irish breakfast, with its tomatoes, runny eggs, baked beans and, irk, blood sausage.
From a recent review of Cafe Moda in Rathmines:
The breakfast had scrambled eggs rather than my preference – fried, but there was an ample quantity. Along with the egg were two sausages, a very ham like rasher, a few slices of tomato and beans. On the side there was a slice of toasted bread cut in half. The menu said two slices of toast, but what came was one slice of bread cut in half.
Two bloggy notes to the site authors: get thyselves some permalinks, and give us a page which lists all the restaurants and their review ratings. You could do this cheap and cheerfully using a public spreadsheet from Google Docs and Spreadsheets.
Longtime readers may recall when I had a fry-up with the President of Ireland.