The Dublin weekend served as a welcome respite for my gf and I to escape our worlds. We both collapsed into the other's arms. The hotel was situated in the hip Temple Bar area in easy reach of the myriad bars, restaurants and cafes.
We went to an Italien on the first night and enjoyed pizza and lasagne. We ambled along cobbled streets and past grandiose vestiges of the British Empire. Trinity College impressed and Grafton street delighted us. Brown Thomas oozed affluence. We sashayed into to a Furrier and stared aghast at mink coats worth thousands. We ambled past the markets of Moore street and supped stout in the aptly named Porterhouse. We ate tempura at Yamimori.
The hotel was adaquate but vastly overpriced. We indulged in the opium that is MTV, and in wine and chocolate. On Monday we parted feeling sated and exhausted.