There is not a lot of choice when it comes to finding a place to stay in Kilcullen, so I was thankful that I was given a recommendation. That being said, I did approach my time there with some apprehension. After all, Bardons is not only a Guest House, but also a pub, and I have had some past experiences of staying above pubs. Just let’s say that ear plugs don’t usually cut it.
I need not have worried, not in the least. Bardon’s is not
that kind of pub, and Kilcullen, it seems, is not that kind of village. The
voices that did drift up from the street late at night were all happy ones, and
their conversations brief. No wonder. Bardons seems to function like an
extended living room, a homey place for families and friends who come to watch
the rugby together, or to tuck into a good feed for Mothers Day. On both of the
days that I was there, it was fully booked with reservation signs on virtually
every table. The locals know what’s good, and make sure they get their oar in.
The entire time that I stayed there, the bar manager Eddie
went out of his way to make me feel at home. The room itself was spacious and
comfortable. It was modestly appointed, but the fee was modest, and hence
represented good value. I did miss the fact that there was no kettle,
especially since the town is small enough that a decent coffee cannot be
reliably rustled up in the wee hours of the morning. Eddie did his best to see
if he could find one for me, and I definitely appreciated the effort. He let me
into the pub early in each day so I could get hot water for my travelling Bodum
press. In the end, I was a very happy camper.
On my last day in
Kilcullen, I treated myself to lunch at the pub. It turned out to be the best
fish I have ever had in Ireland – and that is saying something. After all, this
wasn’t my first foray into consuming Irish fish. It is one of my fave raves. Part
of what made it exceptional was that the fish and chips had not been made ahead
of time and kept in a warming oven. The salad included tomatoes that had been
slightly baked to concentrate the flavours, and kicked up a notch with a touch
of balsamic. Everything was freshly prepared. For me.
Even better, Eddie refused payment for this lunch. Repeatedly
refused - and believe me, I tried. It mattered to him that there had been a wee
plumbing problem which had not been a big deal for me, but he wanted me to feel
fully cared for. And so, I was, much more than anyone should reasonably expect.
So, that was my Mother’s Day in Ireland. Not too shabby.
NOTE: If you find
yourself in Kilcullen, and in need of a comfortable bed, you can reach Eddie
and his staff either in the Golden
Pages, or else on a Facebook
Page. Eddie and his staff are all hard working and well deserving of your
patronage.
No comments:
Post a Comment