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A walk through the hood

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Okay let’s settle this first. I saw the dress in white and gold for a whole morning, until I don’t know what happened but suddenly I could only see it in blue and black. What even is life?

For today’s blog post I thought it might be cool to show you around this neighbourhood of mine. I moved here last December and can now call myself a proud Coolminion. Coolmine is located somewhere between Clonsilla and Blanchardstown in Dublin 15. It doesn’t have that many interesting features, but it is supposedly kinda close-ish to a castle. Only a 30 minute walk from where I live, and if I wanted to take a bus out there it would take me around 40 minutes to get there. Dublin buses are special. Since the weather has been quite fierce for the last few weeks, I’ll save the castle for a non-rainy day and will report back to you guys later.

I discovered the #1 Takeaway Restaurant just after Lent had started. Bollocks. I hadn’t given up on some food in particular, but I did promise myself to not get any takeaways. Only a month and a bit to go, no biggie. Welcome to the hood, bro. SAM_0699 SAM_0714 SAM_0742 SAM_0707 SAM_0732 SAM_0698 SAM_0718 SAM_0739 SAM_0748

4 things that happened in the past week #3

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…Except that I’m a total liar and this is actually about like 2,5 week ’cause life’s crazy and I’m totes behind on this one and #yolo and okay I’ll just get cracking ’cause I’ve been taking so long to write this one up already.

Breath.

Christmas Shopping
Christmas is almost here, but the crazy Christmas shoppers have been around in Dublin town for quite a while now. Hunting for bargains, stocking up on mince pies and causing great hullabaloo over anything Frozen or One-Direction. These mad shoppers are often lugging around big trolleys that seem to just love anything feet. But who needs their toes around Christmas anyway, eh?
I made this picture in the St. Stephens Green Shopping Centre – it looked absolutely breathtaking there. Also, I thought it’d be relevant to start my Christmas shopping there as the Irish call Boxing Day (or “Tweede Kerstdag” in Duch) St. Stephens Day.

Epic Twitter Convo
Somewhere, somehow I ended up in a 2 hour long Twitter session with two gals that I used to study with. We were purely reminiscing about the good aul days we spent in Leiden, studying Comparative Literature. Although, as also came up in the conversation, we started out studying Comparative Literature but as the department decided to change the name of the Bachelor course halfway, we ended up with diplomas saying “Film and Literary Studies”. Allrightie then. Our classes were usually quite small so we really got to know our fellow students, and the lecturers were often quite interesting slash peculiar people. A few of the most noteworthy memories were…
-A lecturer we used to call “Cowboy” because he graduated on Western Movies.
-Coming out of a class and all we really remembered was the lecturer telling us that Samuel Beckett slightly resembles a bird.
-Whenever telling people that you study literature, they usually respond with “Oh, guess you have to read a lot then?” or “What can you do with that anyway?” (and occasionally, “What do you think of Twilight?”).
-If people were mad at each other all they would ever say was “You are just like a sick beech”, because it was a line from one of the first poems we analysed and it just sounded silly
-The lecturer who asked us what we were going to cook for diner. And told us we should definitely watch UP as it’s amazing.
-Everyone repeating lines from Joseph Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness” to death because it was the first novel we had to read in our first year (and we were also slightly traumatized by it).
And the list goes on. It was an interesting time.

Tortelloni
I went to diner with my friend and her granddad in a pub and had, very  much unexpected, the best plate of tortelloni I ever had in my entire life. It had ricotta and mozzarella and mascarpone, sun dried tomatoes and olives and mushrooms and so basically pretty much everything that makes life beautiful. Exaggerating much? Nah, maybe. But it did result in me having a grand resolution for the new year.
Eat more tortelloni, obviously.

HIMYM
One of those sitcoms I never really got into. I watched one of the episodes last year (or was it the year before?), but it didn’t really do much for me. Mostly because it’s just not Friends, I assume. I just started watching it again and this time around I seem to appreciate it a bit more. I’m now at episode 11 and I think I’ll end up watching the whole thing in the end…Although I’m also slightly discourages by some peeps telling me not to get my hopes up as the end is supposed to be sooooo unsatisfying. Hmmmm.

That’s all, folks!


Oh honey, I went to this hipster pizza place near Temple Bar and saw that it was good

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Reviewing Skinflint, Crane Lane 19, Dublin 2

Around two months ago my colleague Izzie and me decided to do something completely out of the ordinary; instead of planning the usual friday-after-work-drinks (that I usually miss because of dance class), we decided to start painting the town red on a Monday. To give the Monday that extra bit of umpf that it so desperately needs (seriously who likes Monday?). After skipping to the closest pub we sat down for a jacket potatoe, some profiteroles and approximately 2 glasses of white Pinot Grigio each. One more than we planned. Thus, Pinot-Monday was born.

After a few visits to this same shabby pub, that we found served a very dodgy kind of salmon, we decided it was time for a change of venue. Izzie proposed Skinflint, a hipster-ish pizza restaurant in the center of Dublin. I had my doubts. I knew their sister-restaurant Jo’Burger and wasn’t sure how I felt about their drinks menu, that mainly consists of fruit/herbed bubbled water. If there was no Pinot, how could we honour our modern traditions? “No” wrote Izzie to me in the work chatbox, a strictly professional tool. “Everywhere has wine.” My doubts cleared instantly.

Skinflint can be found on Crane Lane in Dublin 2, close to a pub called The Snug. You have to take a double look cause you might not see it the first time, it’s small-ish and the decorum doesn’t really scream attention from the outside. The atmosphere is lovely, the music funky and the food tasty.  We ordered cheese sticks as a starter and they were just savage. The pizzas have girl names and so it happened that I ordered a Celine for the main course (a pizza with rocket, mushrooms, parmesan and garlic confit). In Skinflint, every table has big bags of napkins on the table and it is only while you are eating your mains that it becomes clear why. Next to salt and pepper you can find honey as a third condiment on your table, and you are meant to eat that with your pizza. Yeah, let that sink in.

Personally, I find pizza and honey the best combination since… Harry & Ron? Ant and Dec? Chocolate and peanuts? It was amazing and I’ll be returning to get myself some more of that.

The only things about Skinflint that I didnt like as much were the chairs that weren’t very comfy and the fact that the pizzas weren’t very cheesy. Though the fact that they were very thin and crispy (which I prefer above doughey pizzas) almost made up for that completely.

Pizza prices range from 8 to 13 euro, and it’s 2 for 1 on the Monday!

More info: http://www.joburger.ie/skinflint

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Thinking back I couldn’t tell why the restaurant is called Skinflint. The Cambridge Online Dictionary says a Skinflint is a “a person who is unwilling to spend money”. I didn’t know that, so that’ll be the second thing (after learning that honey on pizza is awesome) I learnt from this pizza place visit. If I ever find out why it is called Skinflint exactly, I’ll report back to you guys.

Also, this would be a great moment to make some sort of “Joey likes pizza and/or doesn’t share food-joke”, but I can’t think of any. Must be the Pinot.

xx

Things That Happened To Me While Apartment Hunting In Dublin Last Year September

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Before I arrived in Dublin last year, I had booked myself into a Bed & Breakfast for two weeks to give myself time to find an apartment. I thought that that would be more than enough to find a suitable shared palace for me and copious amounts of dancing shoes but sadly enough I had overlooked one tiny detail: It was the beginning of September and the beginning of a new university year. Which means students. Students looking for accommodation everywhere.

However, my terrible timing was not my only struggle. It seemed that people will just say anything in their online add to get their space rented out. I found myself  in quite some ridiculous situations.

And so here’s a list of things that happened to me while apartment hunting in Dublin last year.

-My eyebrows absolutely hit my hairline when I saw a tiny bedroom with a chair crammed into a corner. Hang on a sec, didn’t the add say that the room would be around 18m² ? “Well, we added space for the kitchen, ’cause you know, that’s a communal space…” FML.

-During this apartment hunt, I probably walked more than I ever did before in my life. I learnt “close to”, “nearby” and “just a 5 min walk” are very relative terms. Also “to share with one flatmate” can mean three.

-One house I saw was turned completely upside down. After stepping in through the door, you first passed a sitting room, a kitchen and a long hallway leading to some stairs. The bedrooms were downstairs and it was super dark as there was only a tiny window. Cave-style. Darn strange.

-I was in touch through phone and text with a nice girl to have a look at an apartment that was a the perfect location for me to go to work and the city center. When visiting though it became clear that the girl I had been in touch with wasn’t the person who was renting out the place or was living there, but her sister. If that wasn’t strange enough I was sat down during this visit and made to answer questions for about 25 minutes. Mind that only the sister asked things and the landlady just stared at me.

-The two people looking for a  non-smoking, clean, tidy and professional to share their house had a living room with a beer can tower and an inflatable crocodile. And a few ashtrays.

-There was this one address that I was just never able to find. Could be me though…

-After arriving at another seemingly near perfect place I was told “Sorry dear, I just rented this out 10 minutes ago, honey”. I doubt she was sorry.

-I saw three tall guys walking a Yorkshire terrier pup. That has nothing to do with apartments but it was a pretty endearing sight.

Writing this blog I am just after hearing I’ll need to move out my current room.

Another hunt.

I can’t wait.