This place is well away from a Starbucks or a Mc Donald's or a subway or dunkin donut franchise and their world will have to change beyond their wildest dreams (or nightmares) for these multi nationals ever to arrive. I hope they never do.
This is a cafe within a supermarket in the centre of a hilly and charming small town, the outskirts of which kiss the cold grey Atlantic Ocean. It was lunch time and we didn't want much, so we each had a large bowl of simple, fresh made and delicious vegetable soup with fresh wheaten bread with lots of Irish butter. 4 euros each.
Simple is fine and often preferable. Fresh ingredients, properly made with no added crap and a filling lunch; lots of soup celery for body and taste (not table celery), carrots, pearl barley, salt, which is the most important ingredient in cooking and white pepper - soup my mother would have made with no artificial anything.
This is Dungloe, a gentle place romanticised in song, in the largest geographical Gaeltacht (Irish speaking) in Ireland, and part of the Wild Atlantic Way. It spreads from Gleann Cholm Cille (Glencolmcille) region of the south, up along the west coast and through Donegal's Gaeltacht Láir (central) region of the Derryveagh mountain range and the scenic Poisoned Glen. The signs are in Irish, the locals fluent Irish speakers and the welcome is always warm. read more