Saturday, April 5, 2008


I'll confess. 
I don't have every meal with Paul, Jim and Sal.
Sometimes I eat out with my fiancee, Siobhan.
Siobhan is great to eat with. She is a great eater.
She and I just got back from a two week trip to her native Ireland, and we ate very well there. In fact, two of the best meals I've had in the past year, I ate in Ireland. One was in Waterford City, at a place called BODEGA, on Patrick street. Irish food with a French flair. Absolutely outstanding. I mean, good, like, you should go to Ireland just to get a meal this good-good. The next was in a shit hole, or almost the equivalent, with the simplest, most delightful lunch I've had in recent memory. A slab of ham. A slab of chicken. A boiled egg, white lettuce and a slab of mayonaise. No, god, I swear, it was freaking good. If you do make the trip to Ireland just to go to Bodega in Waterford, try and get to this shit hole between Mallow and Cork.

But, really, who wants to read pleasant restaurant reviews?
Tonight, Siobhan and I had a dog of a meal. Not a dog, maybe, but just so-so, and expensive so-so, which kind of makes it a dog. And expensive, even though we had a "2 meals for the price of one" coupon. Expensive food at a joint in Weehawken, New Jersey for crying out loud!
The place is called the Harbor Bar, it's in the Sheraton on the Hudson. Nice enough setting, but housed in the sort of new and shiny that makes up so much of the Jersey side of the river.
Anyway, the service was nice enough (our waiter seemed new and shiny himself). The booze was okay, although I ordered something horribly red, and sweet. But that was my fault. Siobhan liked the appetizer, mozzerella with red pepper. I dunno, though. The pepper was simply pimento out of a jar. I dunno.
I had the pork chop, Siobhan the tuna burger. 
My chop was fine enough. Siobhan ate through half of her burger before putting it down, a little sourly. When I asked if I could have a bite, she warned me as I put it in my mouth that there was something off about it."It's a little too...FISHY" we both declared at the same time. Weird, though. How exactly do you make tuna too "fishy". 
The fries were good enough.
My coffee was good too.
The "fruit crumble" was quite lousy; essentially a peach cobbler with peaches not quite ripe enough, "crumble" closer to "crunchy" served with, Siobhan swears, Key Food brand ice cream.
We didn't finish the dessert. 


Now, that's weird for Siobhan and I.
Anyway, it cost about $80 bucks.
I dunno. If I was you, I wouldn't go there.
Why'd you want to pay Manhattan prices in Weehawken?

1 comment:

Shivers said...

It's not a bit weird for me to NOT finish my dessert, dahlink... I don't like them, remember?! ;

And the "shit-hole" between Mallow and Cork wasn't a "shit-hole" at all!
It was called Maureen's and was in a town called Buttevant (and no, this isn't gaelic for shit-hole) and set in a quirky building that was built in 1768.
Maureen, God bless her, served us the most honest to goodness Irish fare.
They also served a lovely cuppa tea.
Ahhhhhh... tea...

I have a photo of Stephen exiting the establishment which shows its quirkiness in all its glory but I don't think this comment section allows me to post photos.

Slán go foill!

xx Shivers