There was a time when an Irish pub serving food was as rare as hen’s teeth, now the opposite is true and even the most out of the way hostelry is likely to at least be able to offer you soup and a sandwich. Generally speaking they are not too bad either and some are really excellent, the match of any restaurant.
But this week I stumbled upon an exception, so bad that I feel honour bound to mention it, to save others from the sort of experience we had.
Cahir Castle - visit but watch where you eat!
In Cahir, near the castle we needed to eat and followed a reasonable flow of local workers on their lunch break into the Galtee Inn. It couldn’t be bad if the locals ate there, right?
Wrong, so very, very wrong.
A chicken curry tasted as though it was made by adding curry powder to a reconstituted pack of powdered soup, pouring it over pre-cooked chicken and slapping it into the microwave. It was watery, salty and gag-inducingly disgusting. Eating the roast pork required deft work with the knife and fork to extract a miniscule amout of lean (but tasteless) meat from the pile of grizzley fat on the plate.
It was dire, truly awful. Is this really the best that Cahir can do? I am appalled at the thought that any poor tourist might stray into this terrible eatery and believe that it was typical of Irish pub food.
