The first supper.....

Hello faithful Matt blog followers, it is currently 6:30 in the night time here in Dublin and I would like to take you through my first Irish dinner experience.  OK ready?.....Here we go!....Picture yourself in a cozy well furnished European hotel room, curtains drawn and belly just a rumblin....all the sudden a thought peaks into the forefront of your mind, what thought you ask?  How can I make my first Irish Dinning experience a memorable one, one that brings forth such excitement such jealous angst from those who are hearing the story, what type of restaurant could cause you fellow readers to be green with envy when reading where I broke my Irish food cherry!?!?........and the answer is......wait for it......wait for it....the anticipation is killing you isn't it?  Sweat is probably beading down your brow as you try to skim these unnecessary words faster and faster.....well skim no more faithful reader, because for my first Irish meal I went to....DUN DUN DUN.....McDonalds.............That's right boys and girls I flew over 5000 miles to have not one, but two Mchicken Sandwiches...and I'm proud to say I almost ate them both......Now, you are probably wondering why on earth would I come to such a beautiful place and eat Mcdonalds?  Well good person reading these words, that answer is even more exhilarating then the build up to revealing where I ate in the first place!  Luckily for you I don't feel like drawing it out any longer....The reason is.................because there is nothing else open!!!.....Turns out Sunday is a pretty low key day here (where I am at least,) but never fear!  Tomorrow the real fun will begin.  Oh, I just wanted to thank all of you who decided to take the time from your busy schedules and read some of these mismatched sentences of mine....Thank you..So, until next time.....remember, sometimes being tough, means being tender......