We arrived in Dublin at 8:30 a.m. after a virtually sleepless flight (even with the help of Ambien — ugh). After a little nap, we were hungry, and though it was afternoon, breakfast seemed like the appropriate choice.
My Lonely Planet guide recommended the sandwiches at Honest to Goodness, so imagine my delight when I realized the cafe was mere steps from our hotel. I ordered the Up Start (above): scrambled eggs and smoked salmon served on homemade wheat focaccia. It was then that I learned the first important lesson of my Dublin vacation: the Irish do bread (and really all baked goods) exceptionally well.
His sandwich was the Honest Start, with bacon, sausage, pudding (the savory British kind), and fried egg, served on the same wheat focaccia with onions baked in. The bread was divine: neither oily nor dry and neither overpowering nor bland. A perfect start.
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