This lad was the prince of the Irish restaurant scene in the 70s and 80s. He owned and was the chef in the Mirabeau restaurant in Sandycove frequented by the great and the good. Renowned at the time for not showing prices on the menu. He used to gas about town in a Rolls Royce before the tax man caught up with him and he died penniless. I came across a copy of his cookbook and lolled at some of the recipes. Apple pie a la mode. Shop bought horseradish sauce. This is what sophistication thought itself to be in Ireland in 1985. It’s a world away.