Whenever i visit my mother and old friends in Ireland, i have to come to the Exchange. At least once.
They have a potato dish that i would happily put under the spotlight as my Main dish, and maybe have a couple of appetizers with it, I'm looking at you Spanish Potatoes. Tiny cubes of perfectly cooked Irish Potatoes (what could be foiner) in a creamy orangey coloured sauce which i imagine is scented with some saffron, and some other herbs and spices. ALL OTHER POTATO DISHES PALE IN COMPARISON - and they should kneel before their Majesty.
One of my dining companions, she looked mighty interested, "what are those Wendy?" She says. "Spanish potatoes, go ahead, try it" says I. In a meaningful way, in a way meaning not too many, or you'll feel the tines of my fork in the back of your hand, lady. I can barely remember what the rest of my meal was, though i did get the ubiquitous tobacco onions for which Northern Ireland does seem to have a penchant. I don't recall ever seeing them over here in Anchorage anywhere. I imagine they are extremely thinly sliced onions, deep fried till they puff up. Thats the kind of flavour i get. Anyway, great on a burger, so I'm going to guess that I may have had a burger.
In my photo, there are some very small, what look like super tiny, super thin, french fries, and to this day, i have no idea what they were. There was a sauce served with it, which i dumped on the mysteriously julienned vegetable, and it tasted great to me. The burger was good too, but hey, I live in America now, land of great burgers, i don't really think we can be beaten on the burger front, but oh my gosh. The spanish potatoes. She wanted more, she kept hinting, but i wouldn't let her. I'm the same with fries. You may have some, but no more than 5 fries. Otherwise order your own.
The profiteroles were too mighty a beast for me to consume alone. I was daunted by the size of such a dessert. But keep doing what you do, because the food here is excellent. read more