Róisín Ingle: I don’t normally drink pints in the morning. But this is a special day
Grogan’s pub, 10.30am. Everyone’s here. It's like a festival. We’re finding the lost things again
‘You’ve the best job, drink pints and type away,’ one smiles. Photograph: Bryan O’Brien
Two pieces of toasted white bread on a side plate. Golden stripes from the grill. No-frills filling. Melted cheese. Ham. Lift open the bread and add a few smears from the small, bright-yellow sachet of English mustard. Accept no substitutes.
Take a sip from a freshly poured pint of Guinness. A pint of Guinness in an actual glass. Outside Grogan’s pub on the corner of Castle Market and South William Street in Dublin at 10.30am on the June-bank-holiday morning. Plastic chairs and tables on green AstroTurf.