After one full week in Ireland, I made my first excursion out of Limerick. Mister S. had lived in Cork for five months and had left a lot of his things there when he had returned to Canada for his electives. Including one great thing of importance…the pillows! Up to this point we had been sleeping with a ramshackle lot of bunched up sweaters, and in Mister S’s case, a laptop bag, as pillows. Pillows were a reason enough for going.
We left around 10am for Cork which took about an hour and forty-five minutes from Limerick on the Irish Rail. By time we arrived, we were both very much ready for food! So, off we strutted towards what Mister S. claimed to be the ‘best sushi in Ireland’.
The location? 38 MacCurtain Street. The restaurant? Sakura Japanese Restaurant.
Upon first entrance into the store I was already impressed. If only for the fact that we were greeted by a Japanese lady who directed us to our seats….I should clarify before that gets taken wrong. Back in my hometown every single Japanese restaurant in our city is in fact run by Chinese people. Not that there is anything wrong with having Chinese people run a Japanese restaurant, it’s just a nice change of pace to actually see Japanese people.
Anyhoo…on to the food! I ordered the lunch time bento special. First off, it was huge!! It came with miso, rice, a salad, chicken curry, sweet potato tempura, pork tonkatsu (sort of like schnitzel or breaded pork cutlet with sauce), and two pieces of California roll!! Such a good deal! Mister S. ordered the large sushi platter. It contained a really good mix of seafood. He let me have my favourite piece (and subsequently, his least favourite) which is the tamagoyaki (sweet egg omelet sushi). Delicious and moist!
We also ordered an appetizer of okonomiyaki (often called the Japanese pancake, but don’t be confused! These are very savory and often filled with vegetables). Now…I’ve had great okonomiyaki, both in its city of origin (Osaka), as well as at a fantastic okonomiyaki restaurant in Seoul. This one was…a bit lacking. It was very dry. It was still tasty, and I appreciated seeing it on the menu after not being able to eat it for more than a year now (it’s not a common feature in my town back in Canada). I don’t think that I would order that one again.
Best part of the restaurant? They gave us little these little tiny sushi keychains that remind me of konapun (Japanese toy kits that let you create realistic looking tiny food).
After a lovely lunch, we went off to Mother Jones Flea Market. This nifty little place was right off McCurtain Street on York Street, so it was a nice quick little walk from the restaurant. They’re open Friday to Sunday at varying times. For Sunday they were open 11am to 6pm.
It was filled with different stalls filling a large open space. Each seller was able to set up their own stall to their own desire. It was a bit crowded, but that also filled its charm. There was a coffee shop attached to the market, but we were still full from lunch and passed on that.
Now, one should note, that on Sundays in Ireland, you may find that things aren’t always open. Ireland (excluding North Irealnd) is a very Catholic country, and we found that quite a number of shops in Cork were closed on Sunday.
The weather was exceptionally cloudy and rain was unavoidable that Sunday. While it wasn’t raining we stumbled upon some neat things.
Such as these yarn-bombed trees in the Bishop Lucy Park.
And this nifty chalkboard wall asking you to list what you wanted to do before you die. Apparently it used to be full, but someone came with a hose and cleared it all off for a new list. Only one person had written on it so far.
When we couldn’t run away from the rain, we would escape from it by sneaking into stores every so often along the way. One was a book store, another a fabric store, Mister S’s favourite coffee shop (the Cork Coffee Roasters), and of course … stores like this! (It’s called Tiger and it was on the main shopping centre along St. Patrick Street)
Filled with wonders of the knickknack sort!
By five all the stores were beginning to close and the rain was spitting, but hinting at a storm. It was time to hail a taxi and get the rest of Mister S’s belongings from his rent-a-space. Unfortunately, by time we got his suitcase filled, collected his bike, and got to the train station…we still had an hour and a half until the train was leaving. Oh well! I had picked up ‘The Midnight Circus’ from the book exchange at the hostel in Dublin and was well into pouring through it.
Oh yeah…guess what the train station convenience store had? Tim Hortons! Just a little taste of home~ Also, forgive the hair. My poor fine strands have yet to adjust to the humidity here. I need to invest in a serum of sorts otherwise it’s frizz city every day!
Till next time!