we stopped the other day in Laragh Co. Wicklow
there was a pub thing with carvery
i went at it hard, turkey ham 3 spoons of mash carrots ( with carrot water slopped onto the plate) cabbage gravy and then asked for a portion of chips in an oul bowl
i could barely move from the bloating afterwards, u know its the type of grub that is only served half warm so you eat it at a ferocious pace, almost wolfing it down whilst taking massive slugs from a pint glass of water, i was fucked after eating it, knackered
clearly not giving a fuck - look at the facial expression. The shirt is mental in its own right (does it have a denim collar and separate navy stripes?), but fuck me that tie takes it to a whole new level of batshit crazy.
Well internetted sir - youâve uncovered a gem of a roaster.