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Irish Mythology

VOL 8. Cliodhna. Queen of the Banshees.

Clíodhna: Queen of the Banshees

In the verdant hills of South Munster, where the veil between our world and the Otherworld is gossamer-thin, Clíodhna reigned supreme. Her ethereal beauty was whispered across the emerald landscapes, and her name echoed in the rustling leaves of ancient oaks. But Clíodhna was no ordinary banshee; she was a goddess entwined with both sorrow and desire.

The Three Birds of Clíodhna:

Three birds accompanied Clíodhna—a trio of feathered emissaries whose plumage shimmered like rainbows. Their melodious songs held the power to heal, and their wings bore them across the realms. These avian companions feasted on apples from an otherworldly tree, their beaks stained crimson by the fruit’s magic. When they sang, the air itself danced to their tune, and mortals who heard their harmonies were blessed or cursed, depending on fate’s whims.

The Forbidden Love:

Clíodhna’s heart, though steeped in mystery, was not immune to love. Her gaze fell upon Ciabhán, a mortal man of courage and grace. Ciabhán’s eyes mirrored the sea, and his laughter echoed through the cliffs. When he hunted in the forests, Clíodhna would wait for him by the shore, her silver hair catching moonbeams. Their clandestine meetings transcended the boundaries of existence—a banshee and a mortal, entangled in a love that defied the cosmic order.

Manannán Mac Lir’s Music:

One fateful evening, as Clíodhna lay on the rocky shore, lulled by the rhythmic waves, Manannán Mac Lir, the enigmatic Sea God, emerged from the depths. His harp strings sang of forgotten memories, of lost cities beneath the waves, and of love that spanned millennia. Clíodhna listened, her heartstrings resonating with each haunting note. Manannán’s melodies summoned a colossal wave—the very essence of Tonn Chlíodhna, “Clíodhna’s Wave.” It rose, a liquid titan, and swept her away.

The Diverging Legends:

Legends diverge at this juncture. Some say Clíodhna drowned, her form merging with the ocean’s embrace. She became the guardian of shipwrecks, her mournful cries echoing through storms. Others insist that she transformed into a swan, her feathers iridescent, her song both melancholic and hopeful. As a swan, she glided upon the waves, her eyes reflecting the moon’s silver path.

Carrig-Cleena: The Palace Beneath the Sea:

Her palace, hidden within a pile of ancient rocks near Mallow, bore her name—Carrig-Cleena. Its walls shimmered like mother-of-pearl, and its halls resonated with the whispers of lost lovers. Clíodhna’s memory lingered in the salt-laden air, in the cries of seabirds, and in the hearts of those who dared to listen. The Blarney Stone, kissed by countless pilgrims seeking eloquence, was said to have formed from a fragment of Clíodhna’s magical rock.

And so, Clíodhna, Queen of the Banshees, dances between realms—a paradox of love and lamentation. Her story, like the sea, remains both mysterious and eternal, etched into the cliffs and carried by the tides.

Note: Clíodhna’s tale is a delicate thread woven into Ireland’s rich mythology, a reminder that love transcends even the boundaries of life and death.

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Irish Coffee Chapter Two

Title: Closing Time

Chapter Rating/Warnings: G, I don’t think there’s even any profanity in this one

Word Count: 2.4K

Summary: They meet over coffee and Kierkegaard. There was a spark in his honey-brown eyes that drew her to him. There was a sadness behind her bright smile that drew him to her. Spencer Reid/Original Female Character. Slow burn coffee shop meet. Strangers to friends to lovers. This fic is also available on AO3, it’s ahead of tumblr currently!

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“Friends are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.” 

- Ed Cunningham

It had been a tiring Thursday, which is saying something. Thursdays were the one day a week I only worked at the coffee shop, just coming in for a few hours to close, meaning it was the closest thing I had to a day off. That being said, somehow the denizens of DC had decided this was the Thursday to descend on this coffee shop and just...be assholes. My head ached from the amount of focus and energy it took to process complaints and orders simultaneously while making drinks and keeping the cafe clean.

It might only be a three hour shift, but sometimes it’s a long three hours.

I finished wiping down the table in front of me and stood, arching my back to stretch it out. 

I’m not sure what caught my attention. A flicker of movement, perhaps, or maybe just the sense of someone else nearby.

I glanced towards the front of the store, scanning the city street on the other side of the floor to ceiling windows.

And there he was.

He looked a little worse for wear, his clothes wrinkled and hair mussed, as if he had only slept briefly and in uncomfortable places. Light spilled from the streetlamp above him, his high cheekbones casting harsh shadows across his skin.

His eyes widened a little as I spotted him.

I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face upon seeing him. He intrigued me, and...I'll admit it, I thought he was cute. The door was still unlocked and I waved for him to come inside. 

Maybe my Thursday is starting to look up!

He seemed confused at my gesture, glancing over his shoulder and pointing a hesitant finger to his chest.

“Me?” he mouthed, eyebrows drawing together in a confused frown.

I rolled my eyes and grinned, quickly making my way to the door and holding it open with one arm. Cool air rolled in off the street, ruffling a few flyaways around my face.

“Come on in!” I exclaimed. “We don’t close properly for another ten minutes.”

He shoved his hands into his pocket, rocking back on his heels a little.

“Are you sure? You-you probably already cleaned everything and I don’t want to be in the way.”

“Don’t be silly,” I smiled. “Just come in, sugar.”

He ducked his head and stepped inside. I watched his shoulders relax slightly as he stopped a few feet into the store.

“What can I get ya?” I asked, crossing to behind the counter. His eyes flicked from the menu to me and he tilted his head a little, as if in confusion. I felt my lips twitch in a small smile.

I wonder what he’s thinking, he looks baffled…

“Sir?” I asked, thinking it was perhaps not a good idea to let on that I overheard and remembered his name.

“Why do you call me sugar?” He asked. His tone wasn’t accusatory or upset, simply curious. My cheeks reddened slightly.

“Well, that’s your order, right? Uh...large mocha with extra sugar?”

He nodded, a pretty frown still wrinkling his forehead.

“You remembered?”

I looked down, chuckling a little. 

“It’s not every day a nice man reading Danish philosophy comes in and is kind enough to talk to me like a person,” I said honestly.

More confusion from the man before me. I worried that I had said too much, scared him off. I serve hundreds of people a day, remembering one customer might come across as creepy or weird or-

He cut off my train of thought as he spoke.

“You think I’m nice?”

The question was genuine, he blinked a few times like he was having trouble processing what I said.

“...yeah,” I laughed a little. “I mean, I obviously don’t know you, but I get feelings about people. My feeling is that you’re nice.”

“Huh,” he said, eyes returning to the menu above me.

“So…” I gently prompted him. “What can I get you? Same thing?”

“Oh! Yeah, same thing please.”

“Have a seat anywhere!”

It only took me a minute to finish making the drink, and instead of calling it out at the counter I walked it to his table.

He looked up as I set the drink in front of him, giving me a closed-lip smile and wrapping long, delicate fingers around the warm cup.

“Reid,” he commented into his cup. I almost missed it. “Doctor Spencer Reid. That’s my name.”

Doctor Spencer Reid. That’s a nice name, I decided.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Doctor Reid,” I said with a smile. “Katie, but, you already knew that.” He nodded and looked back down at his coffee. 

“Let me know if I can get you anything else, Doctor,” I said, then turned to finish closing. He seemed like the quiet type who preferred to be alone, or maybe he’d just had a long day.

“Uh, Sp—” he said as I turned around, so quiet that I missed most of what he said.

“Sorry?” I turned around, pushing some hair back towards the ponytail it had slipped out of.

He looked up and his gaze swept over me, analytical and probing. I found myself nervously twisting my apron tie around my fingers.

What is he looking for? What does he see? 

“You wear a hearing aid,” he said matter-of-factly.

Oh.

I nodded silently, my face falling before I could catch it.

What’s he going to say? Berate me? Mock me? My thoughts were perhaps a tad more bitter than intended, and I tried to keep that out of my voice.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said, cringing inwardly at how flat I sounded. “I can’t pick up certain frequencies.”

“You know,” he said, taking one hand off his coffee cup as he began to gesture with his words. “The use of hearing aids has actually been proven to reduce cognitive decline and lower the risk of developing dementia.”

What’s he doing? I thought, thrown off a little, but not upset by this turn of events. Is he...trying to make me feel better?

“There was a study conducted in Europe, two out of three people who used hearing aids wished they had gotten them sooner,” Spencer continued, both hands involved in his gestures now. I began to fear for his coffee. 

“They lead to a better social life, mental and physical health, and job performance. So...it’s a good thing. That you have them.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I accepted, watching him with a small smile. He seemed embarrassed after his small outburst.

I gestured to the chair across from him.

“May I?”

He nodded, taking a sip of his sugary drink.

“So,” I said, taking a seat. “You’re studying philosophy but you’re also a doctor. How’s that work?”

If I thought he looked embarrassed a moment ago, he was downright flustered now.

“I, uh…” he fiddled with the cardboard protector around his coffee cup. “I am a philosophy student,” he said. “But I already have my doctorates in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering. And another bachelor’s in Psychology.”

He suddenly fell silent, eyes fixed on the steam coiling out of the slit in the cup’s lid. I couldn’t keep my impressed admiration off my face, smiling as I opened and closed my mouth, trying to process something to say.

After I hadn’t replied for a few seconds he looked up at me from beneath his lashes. He was almost wincing, as if bracing himself for ridicule, mockery, disgust.

Just like you, my mind prompted. 

I gave him a wide grin and set my folded hands on the table, leaning forward a little.

“Doctor R— Spencer. That’s amazing, you don’t look much older than me.”

“I’m 26,” he replied, almost automatically, then frowned. “Wait, what?”

“That’s amazing,” I emphasized. “You’re amazing, that’s a huge accomplishment.”

I watched a light shade of pink spread up his cheeks.

“Oh, uh...thank you,” he said unsurely.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I mean it,” I said, meeting his eyes. “You must have worked incredibly hard for those.”

“Well, I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187 but...college isn’t friendly to 12-year-old high school graduates.”

I gave him an empathetic grimace.

“Sometimes it’s not the course load that’s the hard part of college.”

“You can say that again,” he agreed, taking another sip of his coffee. “I thought you weren’t a student though.”

I pressed my lips together, looking down at my hands.

“Not anymore,” I said shortly.

“Oh. I’m sorry,” he said, but it sounded like he was reading out of a book. I didn’t really mind. People don’t understand, they can’t, not really. 

“I’m working to go back.” I don’t know why I said it, why I told him. It wasn’t any of his business, but for some reason I wanted Spencer to know I didn’t drop out because I screwed around, I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t care.

“Everyone has their own pace,” Spencer said. “At least, that’s what my mom told me.”

I felt my breath catch in my chest, and I gave him a small smile that I hoped wasn’t as sad as I suddenly felt.

“My mom told me something similar,” I found myself admitting. “Run your own damn race, she told me.”

Spencer tilted his head, as if asking me to explain. His eyes were fixed on me, I felt almost shy about being the complete focus of his attention, but I also had a feeling that anything Spencer did was the absolute center of his focus.

“It means that everyone has a race they’re running,” I said. “And you should focus on yours, not anyone else’s. If you focus on someone else’s race you’ll probably trip while trying to run your own. If...if that makes any sense.”

“It does,” Spencer assured with a small smile. 

“Heh, moms, right?”

I let out a slightly nervous laugh, but something in Spencer’s eyes, an understanding, calmed me.

“Moms,” he agreed with a small smile.

We shared a quiet moment, just looking at each other. His face was too harsh and angular for a man with liquid honey eyes and perfectly curved lips. I wondered where he worked, what stressful career painted dark circles like bruises under his eyes and stripped the softness from him.

“I should close up,” I said finally, regretfully. 

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Spencer hurried out of his seat, almost knocking over his coffee but deftly catching it before it could tip too far. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” I replied, maybe too quickly, as I stood as well. Spencer arched an eyebrow.

“I just-” I started, then exhaled a laugh and looked down at my shoes. “I don’t get to have a conversation with...well, anyone, very often.” 

I twisted my apron tie around my finger three times, then unspireled it. 

“I don’t really talk with anyone outside of work,” Spencer admitted. He didn’t seem upset about it, it was simply a fact of his existence. 

“That’s kinda sad,” I said, my hand flying to my mouth right after. 

“I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, hand returning to harassing my apron ties. “I didn’t mean-”

“No, it’s okay,” Spencer cut me off with a shrug.

He really doesn’t seem upset, I guess some people are happy that way.

“Well,” I smiled up at him. “If you ever want to talk to someone you don’t work with, you know where to find me.”

He nodded, returning my expression.

“Thanks.”

I noticed how he kept a respectful distance between us, and remembered how he hadn’t offered to shake hands when we swapped names. 

Touch avoidance.

He seemed to notice everything, and with an eidetic memory he’d remember it all, so I carefully filed this away. Even though I might not be able to compare to him on memory, I could still try and remember something important to someone who had gone out of his way to be nice to me.

“Can I walk you out?” I asked, glancing around the room to make sure I had finished closing.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Great.”

I gave him a bright smile.

“Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

I hurried to the back room to grab my coat and bag. A few moments later I returned, and Spencer was still there. For some reason I had almost expected him to disappear, almost as if he wasn’t ever there.

But there he was, tugging on the sleeve of his cardigan and shuffling in place.

“Ready to go?” I asked, tugging my coat around me. It was old, and too big for me, and frayed at the bottom, and I had to patch the elbows last winter, but it was warm.

And it was hers.

Every time I pulled the old blue coat on it was like a memory of a hug from my mom.

Spencer nodded.

“Andiamo!” I exclaimed cheerfully. Spencer’s attention perked.

“You speak Italian?”

“A little, you?”

“I’m passable.”

I grinned. 

“I’ve only spoken with you a little, but something tells me you’re a sight more than passable.”

Spencer cracked a smile, ducking his head to hide his pleased expression.

“Maybe I’m closer to fluent, but I’m not there yet.”

I made my way to the door, hitting the lights on my way. The shop fell into darkness, the only illumination the emergency lights and the city ambience outside. 

“It was really nice to meet you, Spencer,” I said earnestly as he joined me on the sidewalk outside. I locked the door and gave it a rattle to make sure it was secure, then turned to him. He tipped the last of his coffee down.

“It was nice to meet you too, Katie.”

“I’ll see you around?” “Yeah, probably.”

He raised the now-empty cup.

“You’re the only one who puts enough sugar in,” he joked, and I laughed with him. 

Raising my hand in farewell, I set off to catch the bus and he began walking the other way. Once I reached the corner I glanced back at the tall figure, passing in and out of sight under streetlamps as he drew further away.

When was the last time I talked to someone who wasn’t a coworker? I wondered. No time was easily coming to mind and I grimaced. It wasn’t easy to maintain a social life while working three jobs.

It’ll be worth it, I assured myself, Friends can come later, I need to do this.

I was dedicated to my goal, and I’d stick to it, but deep down I was hoping to see the handsome Doctor Spencer Reid again. 

A friendly, casual acquaintance. It’ll be nice to see a friendly face every now and then.

And that’s truly all I hoped for, for now.

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The Grass Really is Greener on the Other Side

I’m back, so let’s talk about Ireland.

I’m never going to be able to do Ireland justice with words or pictures. I met some of the friendliest people and saw the most incredible (GREEN) scenery. My visit to Dublin was a little different from previous trips in that it was through my university and therefore all expenses paid trip - flight, hostel and attractions. This is the first semester the university is doing weekend trips and I’m so grateful that I got to explore this incredible country at such a little cost.

We were supposed to arrive in Dublin Friday afternoon but our flight way delayed an hour and half. This normally wouldn’t be a problem except that my friends and I had booked a tour of the Guinness Storehouse for 5pm which meant we had to throw our things into our tiny hostel room and run. We were in such as rush that none of bothered to look up directions and quickly realized that cell service in Dublin was less than sub par. Thankfully, a kind Irishman overheard us and stopped to provide directions.

I’m just going to be honest the Guinness Tour was extremely lame compared to Heineken. No horses, no karaoke, no disco balls and only one pint. The coolest thing about the Guinness tour is the ‘brew it yourself’ station that was unfortunately closed when we got there. However, the view of the city from the gravity bar was incredible. The storehouse also has the best gift shop I’ve seen in my travels and I had to stop myself from buying a plethora of unnecessary souvenirs.

That evening we set out to explore the city’s night scene. My friend Nikki’s cousin is studying abroad in Dublin so we had our own personal guide. We began our night at a quiet bar on Camden street where I tried angry orchard cider. The cool thing about this bar was that you could play board games which made is easy to connect with the locals. We played a few rounds of Jenga with a guy from the countryside who said it was his first time in the city. We learned fairly quickly that the Irish are pretty blunt. When we explained that we went to school in upstate New York and were 4 hours away from the city he said, “shut the fuck up, there’s no way.”

After a few more rounds of games and another pint, we ventured across the cobblestone street to a bar called Flannery’s oozing with Irish rock music and packed with young people. The place played a mix of Irish songs and popular radio music and no one stopped dancing. I honestly felt like I was back at college at a house party. Everyone was so chill and just dancing the night away.

Saturday began with a walking tour of the city where we got to see the Christ Church cathedral, The Brazen Head, Dublin Castle, Temple Bar and stopped by a market where I had my first cronut ever (and it was amazing). In the afternoon we got a tour of the historic Trinity College and looked at the medieval Book of Kells. During our break Nikki and I headed to a jewelry store that was managed by a mother and daughter team. We ended up spending 30 minutes in the store just discussing life with them and of course ended up making a few purchases. Honestly, I will never get over how genuinely nice and kind everyone we met were. It may be a stereotype, but Irish people are beyond kind, lovers of guinness and immensely proud of their heritage. It was wonderful hearing the locals talk about everything they loved about Ireland.

The library at Trinity College

Of course a trip to Ireland isn’t complete without a visit to a traditional Irish pub. On Friday, we had asked our cab driver for any recommendations and he highly praised the Gravediggers. The small pub’s nickname stems from its location next to the largest graveyard in Ireland. It was a little creepy pulling up to the massive graveyard in the pouring rain on a Saturday night. The pub was quite small and as we waited for a table to chef came out to welcome us and offer a pint. Once we were seated we order a handful of small plates for the table and truly, every dish was better than the previous one. I also had my first Irish coffee and loved it so much I stole sips from of Nikki’s cup after I finished my own.

On our last day in Ireland we hopped on a bus to visit the seaside village of Howth. We were supposed to go on a cliff hike, but a storm moving in on the coast meant that it was EXTREMELY windy and unsafe, so we stayed by the pier. We still got to see the breathtaking green landscape from the bus and it was wonderful to be near the water. It was only fitting to get some fish and chips and then watch the seals play in the water. I had never seen a seal in the wild before and they were so much bigger than I thought.

Although I loved the seals, I feel kind of ripped off that I didn’t see any sheep during my time in Ireland. The next time I visit I’ll definitely be heading out to the countryside to see sheep and take in more of the beautiful Irish scenery.

Overall, my trip to Ireland was a great craic ;)

Cheers,

Sara 

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The Finest Dining establishments in Hartford

Carbone’s Ristorante (860-296-9646) is located at 588 Franklin Opportunity in Hartford, Connecticut. This Italian restaurant opened in 1938 as the “South Plantation.” At that time it served southern-fried chicken, “grinders,” and spaghetti & & meatballs.

In the early 1960’s, the dining establishment changed into a more conventional Italian restaurant packed with a stylish menu and a relaxing environment. Today, Vincent Carbone supervises of his household restaurant along with the track record that goes along with it: the best food and service in Hartford.

Of course, Carbone’s is far from the only excellent restaurant in the area. In fact, it’s not even the only great Italian restaurant in Connecticut’s capitol. Peppercorn’s Grill (860-547-1714), positioned on 357 Main Street, is youthful, taking place, and the location to opt for fresh Italian food that’s a bit on the piquant side. This fine establishment also has a bar and an outdoor dining area.

There are plenty more delicious Italian dining establishments in Hartford like Maple Giant Mill and Pizza at 236 Adelaide Street (860-525-2947), Francescos Ristorante and Lounge (860-296-3024) discovered at 318 Franklin Opportunity, Casa Mia Ristorante (860-296-3441) at 381 Franklin Opportunity, and Hot Tomato’s (860-249-5100) at 1 Union Location.

If you’re liking an excellent pizza pie look no more than Lena’s First and Last Pizzaria (860-232-4481) situated at 2053 Park Street. Lena serves excellent pizza and Italian food in generous portions; their service is understood for being fast and effective. The Pizzaria likewise has a club connected to its dining establishment that showcases leading local musicians.

You have to like anything called “Max” and Hartford’s Max Downtown (860-522-2530) is no exception. Located at the heart of Harford’s business center (185 Asylum Street), Max Downtown has a wonderful menu that leans towards American fare– you need to try their “World Famous” Kansas City Strip Steak. In addition, they have a broad choice of deserts, an excellent wine list, prompt service, and a fantastic environment. Max is open for lunch and they take phone orders for takeout.

If you’re in the mood for American food however cannot get to Max’s you can always try the quiet and comfortable Prospect Coffee shop (860 523-8069) at 345 Prospect Opportunity right on the edge of Harford/West Hartford. If you desire excellent eats while you enjoy the big video game check out Mike’s Arena Dining establishment (860-296-1178) at 873 Wethersfield Avenue. Mike’s is the place in Hartford where “everybody understands your name.”

Another restaurant that provides good-old American chow is Savin Rock Roasting Company (860-206-1450) at 960 Main Street. Savin is reasonably priced and among those uncommon places that’s opened for breakfast and has a full bar.

While we’re on the topic of American food, I need to point out Black-Eyed Sally’s (860-278-7427) at 350 Asylum Street. Sally’s is the home of acclaimed southern bbq and Brand-new Orleans-style food. Their specialized is Jambalaya Blackened Catfish Ribs. This really cool location also hosts live blues several nights a week. Bottom line, Sally’s is one of the finest restaurants in Hartford.

If you desire to bite down on a bodacious hamburger sandwich run to Strategy B Hamburger Bar & & Tavern (860-231-1199) at 138 Park Road in West Harford (the nearby town to the west). Plan B uses the best 100% accredited natural beef without any included anything (like hormonal agents or prescription antibiotics). Lest we forget, this superior burger joint can certainly set you up with a terrific brew or more … or 3 … or four …

Max Burgers (860-232-3300), situated at 124 Lasalle Roadway in West Harford, has a wide choice of high-end specialized burgers. This lunch-dinner-desert place has a full bar and a heated patio. It’s actually a terrific location to take family and pals if you want an unbelievable meal and a pleasurable evening.

Another Hartford facility that provides great times and excellent food is Agave Grill (860-882-1557) at 100 Allyn Street. The super-suave Agave Grill features an innovated Mexican menu and an incredible choice of margaritas. Their mindful wait staff makes guacamole right at your table. If you cannot decide what to buy might I suggest the Habanero Barbecue Wings?

Some other scrumptious Mexican restaurants in the Hartford-area consist of Coyote Flaco (860-953-1299) at 635 New Britain Avenue, Sarape Dining establishment (860-547-1884) at 931 Broad Street, and Puerto Vallarta (860-667-8080) at 2385 Berlin Turnpike in Newington, Connecticut (a 15-minute drive to the north).

If you’re in Hartford and you’re yearning for some Chinese food you have a couple of choices. There’s the Saigon Kitchen area (860-244-2511) at 942 Main Street. Their menu functions conventional Vietnamese and Chinese dishes in large amounts. Another option for Chinese cuisine, as well as terrific sushi, is Feng Asian Restaurant (860-549-3364) at 93 Asylum Street. This fashionable Asian restaurant has an attractive atmosphere and an useful and experienced serving team. For genuine Chinese cooking and great Japanese fare travel to Szechuan Tokyo Restaurant (860-561-0180) in West Harford at 1245 New Britain Opportunity. If you’ve never ever ordered standard Chinese food before you might need to ask for assistant. Do not fret though, your delightful victuals will come plentiful and a with a kick

Obviously, there are some dining establishments in the Hartford area that defy conventional labels. For instance, there’s Corner Pug (860-231-0241) located at 1046 New Britain Opportunity in West Harford. This charming restaurant has the feel of a classic English bar. On Corner Pug’s menu you’ll discover items like Shepherd’s Pie, Fish and Chips, and Irish Nachos.

The Firebox Restaurant (860-246-1222), at 539 Broad Street, sees Executive Chef Sean Farrell prepare a menu utilizing only the very best farm-to-table ingredients in the state. This comfortable and elegant restaurant is a tad bit pricey however the great food, the wonderful service, and the Lobster Pierogies are well worth the cost.

At 391 Main Street you’ll discover Masala Indian Bar & & Restaurant (860-882-0900). This is an upscale, non-traditional Indian dining establishment that serves meals like Lobster Masala, Malai Kahab, Peppercorn-Crusted Duck, and Rogan Josh (hot lamb in a tomato cream sauce). If you’re unsure about Masala’s offer its lunch buffet a shot. Another thing, Masala’s service is beyond exceptionable.

Trumbull Kitchen area (860-493-7417) at 150 Trumbull Street is a restaurant with the most uncommon menu. For dinner you can choose between such diverse dishes as seafood Pad Thai, Atlantic Salmon, Hilda’s Meatloaf, and Hawaiian Kona Snapper. This varied but tasty menu is the brainchild of chef and co-owner Christopher Torla. Trumbull Cooking area likewise uses customers a diverse dining experience. Downstairs, you can sit at a communal table and share a myriad of dishes with family and friends. Upstairs, you and your date can take pleasure in a romantic dinner at a table for 2. A couple more aspects of Trumbull, the waiters and waitresses are exceptionally professional and the martinis are devilishly excellent.

Hartford, Connecticut might not be the biggest city in New England, but it still has a large choice of quality dining establishments. It does not matter if you’re in the mood for Italian, American, Mexican, Chinese, or something else completely various the town of Hartford has a dining establishment for you.

Ryan Hogan composes for HartfordSmarts, a website that uses all sort of entertainment information for people who go to or live in the Hartford, CT location. Learn things like excellent things to do in Hartford and naturally the very best restaurants in Hartford, CT.

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