Strolling around Dunboyne, Ireland early afternonish, I naturally had to check out the W. Brady Grocery Store that I had seen from the bus as we travelled into the town on our way to our nearby hotel.
Here it is and if you look closely, you will see some ghostly looking Ridge boy looking at you from the window – just ignore that he appears to be holding an iPhone camera.
And while I thought it a little odd that the Store wasn’t open, I didn’t think anymore about it until I returned here to the Point and did some “W. Brady” research to land on the following from Ireland’s NBHS site (click here:) Like Buzzy’s, W. Brady’s doesn’t open until later in the day because they are a pub. (Note too, that Buzzy’s was also “built c.1870.”)
I then checked out Tripadvisor and several reviews from folks who had visited the Brady pub. Here are a couple of samples from those reviews:
I may just have to make a return visit to Dunboyne sometime in the future to have my Brady Pub ticket punched.
The Irish ballad is a musical genre all to itself. I can listen to most of them for awhile but after a bit, as my buddy John Carbone would say “All things in moderation – even moderation.” For me, it only takes two or three “My bonney lassie has gone over the sea” for me to get bored and want to Erin Go Bragh somewhere else very quickly.
Thus, check out this Irish ballad parody that brings together many of the ballad essentials save for romance (very notably absent in this dirge of a ballad.) Then again, maybe this isn’t such a genuine example of the Irish Ballad after all. No sex to be imagined nor implied? That ain’t no ballad.