They say every cloud has a silver lining, and one of the few upsides to these stormy recessionary times is probably the emergence of some great cheap eats around the city. Sushi is having a moment and we've seen a selection of good value early-bird deals on the table, too. But the burrito is undergoing a particular renaissance with Burritos & Blues, Pablo Picante and Boojum springing up in what seems like the blink of an eye.
Last night, on the recommendation of Bob from The Gutter Bookshop, an excellent independent bookshop in Temple Bar, we headed to Boojum after a poetry reading.
It’s located on the ostentatiously named Italian Quarter, which used to be just a handful of Italian restaurants on the Millennium Walkway, just off the quays beside Millennium bridge. It's much more exciting than that now, though.
For starters, Boojum is a no-frills, simple sort of joint serving simple, Mexican food. Having never been to Mexico, I can’t vouch for its authenticity but I can give it a hearty big thumbs-up on the taste. I had the burrito with, well, everything: shredded beef, rice, black beans, salsa verde, sour cream, guacamole and jalapenos, and a frozen margarita on the side. They had a nice selection of Mexican beers, too. The margarita was probably just a little too sweet for me (not that it would stop me ordering again) but the burrito was, in a word, awesome. Warm, weighty and crammed full of flavours and textures, it was a piquant party in my mouth.
Since I’m new to this blogging lark I didn’t have my camera on me but those babies were probably too big to fit in a photo, anyway.
Replete and content, we wandered a couple of doors up to one of the Italian eateries for a nice glass of wine. Unfortunately my usual trick of ordering the second cheapest wine on the menu backfired this time as we were warned this was “a bad wine, too soft, like a rose”. We wondered why they still had this bad wine on their menu, but went with the next choice up (€6 a glass, still not bad), which was lovely. With my renowned memory and attention to detail I can tell you that the wine was…um…red.
We rounded off the evening by stopping at Amir’s Delights, which we’d just stumbled on but was a real treat -- a Moorish café complete with hookah pipes, multi-coloured pottery, cushions, benches and ornate little tables. We had the fresh mint tea with pine-nuts, served in a silver pot, and a couple of the teeny tiny sweetmeats – it would’ve been rude not to, really…
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