Following the early dinner at Fire, the three of us (M, S, and myself) headed down to the Aviva to watch Ireland and Switzerland play a friendly. S, despite my protestations to the contrary, insisted this was clear evidence of the trip being my agenda, and not M’s. Sure, on the surface it may seem that way, at least so far, but we’ve only 36 hours in.
By the way, the Aviva was given an exception to the Good Friday alcohol ban for the game, and Ireland won 1 – 0.
Saturday’s up next, bringing some history and more great food, including dinner prepared by who other than me?