Tonight's Poet Corner: Cider Shack Budget
Cider Shack Budget by Belinda Roddie The utility bill at the O'Connell Cider Shack is just obscene - but that's what happens when you devote your Irish pride to serving cold, crisp pome nectar to the post-famine-obsessed full-bloods. Doesn't help when your best customer's a Shannon mayor who dreams of owning the Guinness Factory. Still, it's rejuvenating to see stark faces over chip-laden plates, the hot spice of a Celtic Tiger day, the raw smell of body odor mixed with stout and cream - and the good old iced half pint of Tipperary's fertility, chilled to perfection, to be sipped through one corner of the mouth while smoking a cigarette in the other corner. Life's a bitch, but at least you can drink.