Do you know who I am (DYKWIA)

This story is inspired by an article I read a few days ago. Hope this is an enjoyable read for you. :)

Coldham Fintan Noose III and his wife Frieda were waiting patiently for the boarding gate to open. Fin, as he was nicknamed, scanned the lounge. One man came to his attention. The guy was very fine clothed, but seemed nervous, walking up and down the corridor like a caged tiger. Sometimes the man stopped in front of the gate agent and asked in aggressive tones when boarding was commencing. There was a slight delay. Finally the call came for First and Business Class passengers to board. Fin and Frieda queued orderly, when Frieda was suddenly pushed and nearly fell. Fin's hard grip saved her. Frieda thought: "Uh, oh!" She was pregnant for the second time and knew how protective Fin was. His eyes had turned to blue slits, never a good sign. Frieda didn't like being pushed and thought the stranger was rude, but knew ignoring the behavior was better than causing a stir. The fellow passenger didn't even bother to apologize.She squeezed Fin's arm and smiled at him, communicating to let the issue drop. Fin's tense body relaxed under Frieda's touch and nodded in agreement and understanding. Both believed it was the last they had heard of the man. They were wrong. Fin and Frieda had paid for first row seats in the First Class and were settling down, when they heard the man again complaining that he had gotten the wrong seat and that he was entitled to the best on the plane. Saying to the flight attendant: "Do you know who I am?" Fin had the right answer: "A jerk!" He hadn't spoken out loud, though. Frieda rolled her eyes. She was originally from Colombia and had dark hair, a heart shaped face and brown eyes. Fin was the total opposite. He was tall, light ash blond and had blue grey eyes.
"I want to move to 1A!" The man was shouting. It was Frieda's seat. The flight attendant tried to calm the man and to explain why this wasn't possible. Somehow he managed to convince her to change places.
The flight attendant approached Fin and Frieda apologizing and asking them to move to row 3. They weren't too happy, but obliged.
This time around, though, Fin wouldn't let the man get off. He didn't tell Frieda about his plans. She wouldn't approve.
Frieda glanced at her husband. His face was unreadable. Frieda guessed he was already scheming about taking revenge. She sighed. No matter what Frieda was going to say about revenge and that it was senseless, she knew Fin was going to do what he thought was right. They had the discussion a couple of times. Frieda had given up.

The rest of the flight went uneventful. Fin and Frieda enjoyed the excellent food, the inflight entertainment and slept for a while.

Naturally at deboarding the "Do you know who I am?" guy had to be the first. Fin and Frieda saw him later at passport control, searching frantically for a form of identification. "Fin, do you have the man's passport?" Frieda asked sternly. "No, what makes you think that?" For a moment Frieda saw Fin's eyes gleam satisfied and a smile playing around his lips, then his facial features were blank. "What have you done with it?" Frieda was 100 % sure Fin had something to do with the passport vanishing. "Hidden it in the front pocket of his seat, together with his wallet." Frieda was amused.

Since the man didn't have any identification, he was escorted away by immigration officers.

Fin had watched where his fellow traveler kept his documents, cards and cash. When everyone was asleep and the flight attendants busy otherwise, he retrieved the wallet and passport from the man's jacket and hid them. Stealing wasn't a problem for Fin, who was a master burglar.

©2013

Follow the Pack Leader!

Here is another adventure with Reggie and Kiki. Hope you have fun. :)

Kiki was excited. Her master Reggie had picked up her leash. She knew they were going out. She hoped they were going to play a lot. Reggie and Kiki were soon out walking in the sunshine. The Yorkshire Terrier sniffed on the ground, tail wagging, being in her element. She was disappointed, when Reggie tied the leash at a lamp post in front of a shop. Kiki didn't want to be separated and would have preferred a longer walk. She made her dissatisfaction known by barking. "Stay! Be a good dog. It won't be long." Reggie told Kiki. She didn't stop barking and pulled on her leash, nearly strangling herself in the process. Reggie was unmoved and went into the shop. Kiki didn't give up and pulled and pulled... Until finally she managed to get the leash disentangled from the post. Reggie hadn't knotted it tight enough. Of course Kiki went looking for Reggie. The shop was larger than she thought, but she had no problems following his trail. Kiki ignored the people staring at her in disbelieve. A child indicated with his finger the dog. When most of the supermarket's customer recovered from their surprise, they were amused. Suddenly the smell of Turkish Delight stopped Kiki in her tracks. She loved Turkish Delight and chicken and ketchup. Kiki barked happily and went to the shelves, where the Turkish Delights were kept. Kiki's nose was very close to the packaging. Her tail was swishing and caught a lady passing by. The lady shrieked, because she feared dogs, startling other customers.
Security had noticed the dog too and dispatched a guard.
Kiki lost interest in the sweets and wanted to check out where Reggie was.
Security was approaching her. Kiki enjoyed being chased, so when she noticed a stranger was interested in playing catch, she took off. It was soo much fun!
Reggie was at the deli counter and thought he didn't see right, when Kiki whooshed passed him with high speed, a security guard hard on her heels. He swore under his breath: "Damn bitch!" The female customer waiting behind him thought he meant her and was outraged. "Hey, Mister! How dare you call me a bitch!" Reggie was bewildered for a moment. "I beg your pardon, Madam. I never meant you. It's that little... Dog!" "What dog?" It was the woman's turn to be astonished. She had been focused on her mobile phone, when Kiki passed. She tensed, when Reggie suddenly shouted: "Kiki!" Kiki made a u-turn, when she heard her master's voice, nearly crashing into the security guard. She was happy she had finally found Reggie. To her dismay he wasn't pleased and called her a bad dog. Kiki didn't understand why.
Reggie apologized profusely to the breathless security guard, who had arrived by now, and promised it wouldn't happen again. The apology was accepted, but Reggie was sharply reminded that dogs weren't allowed for hygiene and security reasons - imagine the dog would have bitten someone or damaged the property.
Reggie and Kiki left. Her master's mood wasn't the best. He barked at one of the onlookers: "Have you never seen a dog?!"
Reggie took Kiki home. Being a bit embarrassed, Reggie didn't want to return to the supermarket he had just been at, so he left Kiki at home and went to one that was a bit further away. Reggie avoided the shop for a while. On future shopping trips Reggie insured the leash was secured safely at one of the lamp posts and Kiki couldn't escape.

©2013

Grey

This is a short story about a friend of Coldham Fintan Noose III. Hope you like this one too.

"You are a girl!" "Cry baby!" Another kid shouted. Marion Sweeney Hall's lower lip quivered and his eyes welled up in anger. He wasn't a girl, just because he had that stupid name! His mother had been a film and musical buff and had chosen Marion for Marion Morrison, the actor John Wayne's real name, and Sweeney for Sweeney Todd, the main character of a musical.
Marion didn't accept being teased, so he pushed the girl, who had called him a cry baby. Soon they were fighting and rolling on the ground. Their classmates were supporting them by shouting: "Fight, fight!" The cries of encouragement and the fight stopped soon, when a teacher separated Marion and the girl. They were brought to the principal, who was displeased with the behavior of both. She lectured and suspended them. She also informed the legal guardians of the children. In Marion's case it was his grandmother Clyde B. C. Dahl. He called her Momma.

Marion felt sick. Momma was going to be so disappointed in him. Momma was tall, thin with black hair and cinnamon colored skin. She moved very graciously. Sometimes Marion thought she was a queen. Momma was his maternal grandmother.
Carita Dahl, Clyde's daughter, and Michael Hall were high school sweethearts and had been going steady for years. When she was twenty she got pregnant. Michael decided to do the right thing. They married before the baby bump showed. Michael and Carita hadn't lived together before. They realized soon their lifestyles were different and the pregnancy turned out to be a difficult one. Michael couldn't take the situation and left for good, leaving Carita to deal with it alone. Carita was glad her mother supported her. The experience made her bitter and when the chance came to move to Chicago for a better job, she was more than willing to forget she had a son.
Marion didn't remember much about his mother. She left him when he was a bit over two. Since then it had been only Momma and him. Momma took her responsibility to raise Marion serious. She made sure he knew how to behave and that he was able to go to a better school in downtown Phoenix. They weren't poor, but they weren't wealthy either. Momma and Marion lived in Sunnyside. It wasn't the best area to live in.

Momma wasn't too pleased she had to leave work and deal with her errant six year old grandson. Unlike others she didn't believe in walloping. It would be double standard and teach Marion the wrong lesson. Fighting violence with violence didn't make sense.
The issue had to be dealt with, though.
Momma had a quick chat with the principal and took Marion home. They had been quiet on the bus journey, each one hanging after their own thoughts.
"Why don't you change into something more comfortable?" Momma suggested, not unpleasant. She bustled in the kitchen, making Brazilian Lemonade - normally it was a Sunday treat. Momma thought it was a good idea to have a more relaxed atmosphere when talking with Marion about the incident at school. It would be difficult enough getting him talk.
When Marion returned, Momma invited him to take a seat at the kitchen table. "So, tell me what happened." Marion looked at her with big brown eyes, but didn't say anything. Momma filled the glasses with the lemonade. She thought she had given him enough time to answer. "Marion Sweeney, if you don't tell me what happened I have to believe what Mrs. Senter is telling me. If that's the case I would be very disappointed, because there wouldn't have been any reason for you attacking that girl." Marion looked down and mumbled: "You are going to be disappointed any way." "We will see." Encouraged by Momma's gentleness, he described what had happened, finishing with: "I'm sorry." "Oh, Marion! I can understand that the other kids hurt you and made you angry. I don't appreciate, though, that you choose to solve your issue with your fists. That's never good. What does our Lord, Jesus, say?" Momma didn't get an answer. She sighed. "Matthew 5:39 and Luke 6:27-6:29. Go, get the bible if you don't know and we read the verses together." Marion didn't give a lot what Jesus preached in his situation. Jesus was perfect anyways, while he was a little boy. Marion refused to cooperate and stared at the table. "Marion?" Momma could be very stern. Momma changed her tune, when Marion still didn't comply. "What's the matter with you, boy?! Have you swallowed your tongue?" Momma's voice was suddenly sharp. Marion shook his head. "Then answer me or get the book." Marion stood up and trudged to his grandmother's bedroom. The bible was lying on the bed stand. It was leather bound, old and well used. Momma studied it every night.
Marion returned. Momma motioned him to take a seat beside her. She had no problems finding the location of the text she was looking for. "Read that to me, please." The Gospel of Matthew was first. The language of the King James' Version was difficult, and it took Marion a few attempts to have it correct. He read: "But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also." Luke was a bit longer. "But I say unto you which hear, Love your enemies, do good to them which hate you,
Bless them that curse you, and pray for them which despitefully use you.
And unto him that smiteth thee on the one cheek offer also the other; and him that taketh away thy cloke forbid not to take thy coat also."
Momma explained to him what this all meant. Marion didn't agree. He and his grandmother had a heated argument about behavior. Since Momma was more powerful, Marion had to give in. He didn't know what he hated more: Apologizing to the girl he had fought with, having to spend the time he had been suspended with Mrs. Zorbas, a disliked neighbor (Her home reeked of cat urine and she was really old.), or to copy the verses they just had read and discussed 250 times in his nicest hand writing.
Momma had to go to work, but couldn't leave Marion alone at home, so she asked Mrs. Zorbas to look after Marion. She didn't like being indebted to Mrs. Zorbas.
The lines were punishment for loosing his temper and forgetting about "Christian" behavior as Momma liked to call it.
Marion knew this wasn't all, because Momma always punished him for causing trouble in school as well.
To his dismay Marion had to go to bed an hour earlier than usual for a whole month. He thought it was too hard and unfair, but kept quiet, because if he protested too much, Momma would extend the punishment and Marion wanted to avoid that at all costs.
Momma decided something else to make life a bit easier for Marion. "I want to discuss something else with you. Since you don't like your name, you can choose a nickname." Marion was unsure. "You can take your time, darling. When you have chosen, let me know."

For a while Marion called himself Mario, but since he didn't have any resemblance to what the Italian name implied, he dropped it. Marion was African American, very dark skinned and small for his age. Even as an adult Marion was smaller than most.
Sweeney was the next choice, but Marion wasn't happy with that either. It was still too feminine in his opinion.
As a teenager he found the final and perfect nick name. Marion was unobtrusive and blended into a crowd without getting noticed. Being unremarkable and inconspicuous had its advantages. Marion associated the color grey with those characteristics and took a philosophical look at life, having learned that the world was not black and white. There were many grey zones and that was how he chose his name. Whenever he introduced himself, he was Grey Hall.

©2013

Chastity and the Stair Master

So Chastity and Fin are  back for a new tryst. I hope you enjoy. :)

Chastity asked her lover Fin: "Do you wanna be my stair master?" She was horny again and had a special position in mind. The house where Fin currently resided had a stair case. "Hm, what ever that is..." Fin said, smiling. His voice was a bit husky. "Follow me and I'll show you." They went to the staircase. They kissed and caressed each other. Chastity's top went, revealing her balloon sized chest.
It never took Chastity long to get aroused, so soon she took Fin by the hand and led him up a few stairs. She knelt on one of the lower ranks and held on with one hand to the banister and the other on a higher step. Fin understood immediately. He got rid of his pants and underwear, throwing them carelessly to the floor. Then he placed his knees behind Chastity's legs, his feet were touching the lower stair. Fin didn't need to bother with Chastity's clothing. Her micro skirt was not in the way and she didn't wear anything underneath, so Fin entered her from behind and held onto her hips. He enjoyed dominating her. One of his hands went exploring her huge breasts. It was a turn on to play with the nipples and really having more than a handful. Fin bit lightly Chastity's earlobe, knowing it sent shivers down his lover's spine and drove her wild. She screamed: "Harder, faster!" Fin deliberately slowed down and nibbled more on Chastity's neck. She swore and groaned, trying with one hand to get hold of his hip. "Okay, okay, honey, I'm going to give it to you good." Holding back hadn't been easy for him, and now he sped things up. It didn't take long and both were climaxing.

©2013

The Counter, Dublin, Irleand

The Counter is an American chain. We knew where it was located on Suffolk Street and informed ourselves online at the chain's website and Tripadvisor. The menu was tantalizing and Tripadvisor reviews good, so we decided to give it a try.

After entering we were welcomed and brought to our table.

There is a long bar and some tables in the front with much more seating in the back. The restaurant is long instead of wide. The furniture was dark with green upholstery and a long bar.

There was a family beside us and some other couples further inside.

The lighting was what some would describe as romantic or sultry, but in our opinion it was slightly too dark. There were also flat screen TVs, broadcasting a Rugby game.

The tables were on the smaller side, which caused later on problems. They are also very close to each other, so we could easily overhear what the family discussed.

We love root beer, and Hank's is one of our favorites. Because it was on the menu, we ordered two bottles, the Taco Turkey and Grilled Chicken Burgers.
To our disappointment the waitress returned with two already opened bottles of Bundaberg Root Beer. I like it, but my better half is allergic to liquorice, so that was a problem.
We would have appreciated, if she would have told us before that there was no Hank's available and we would have chosen a different drink. We didn't like being told offhanded that Bundaberg and Hank's are the same. Obviously they are not. Hank's is from the US, Bundaberg from Australia. The ingredients aren't the same, and the taste is different.

The burgers arrived after a little wait. They were open faced and looked delicious. They smelled good too. My Grilled Chicken Burger was okay, but nothing to write home about. His Taco Turkey was tasteless. The portions were large, but didn't make full, so I believe we had eaten a lot of empty calories.

The desserts didn't tickle our fancy, so we skipped them and settled our bill of 26.40 Euro (ca. 34.50 USD) excluding tip.

Would we return? Probably not. Unfortunately our expectations weren't met, and the price seems to be high for what we received.

©2013

The Marker Hotel, Dublin, Ireland

We knew about the building the Marker is located at for a few years now. Originally it should have been a Park Hyatt. The plans fell through, so we were excited when we heard it was finally opening as a hotel. It opened on the 2nd of April 2013.

The architect was Manuel Aires Matteus. The building looks unusual, because it is inspired by Irish landscapes, like the Giant's Causeway or the Cliffs of Moher.

The Marker is located at Grand Canal Dock, just opposite the Bord Gais Energy Theater, a short walk from the IFSC and the O2 Point Depot, another venue for concerts.

We walked from the city center to the Marker. I guess it takes with brisk walking fifteen minutes. If you stroll, it's more likely to take twenty to twenty five minutes. My better half took photographs, so it took longer than that.

If you want to use public transport the 77a bus stops at nearby Pearse Street. The easiest way is probably to get in at the Central Bank on Dame Street.

Otherwise taxis are also easily available.

There was still some building work going on and the already infamous Rooftop Lounge hadn't open yet. It should be ready by the beginning of May.

At the entrance we were warmly greeted by the doorman. 

The lobby is interesting because it is designed like a cave, but the windows - the whole front is glass - let in enough light, so it doesn't feel gloomy. Instead it's quite airy.

 The whole hotel is design driven and contemporary.

The reception is located a little bit to the left. If you go further down, you end up at the Brasserie or if you turn right after the entrance you are already at the Marker Bar.

We checked in on the fifth day of operation and had booked a Corner Suite for the price of a Deluxe Room. It was the opening rate.

The Marker has joined Leading Hotels of the World and since we are Leaders Club Members we played a little game. Would we be further upgraded or not?

Check in was smooth and efficient. It was a bit surprising, because we had been willing to give the hotel some leeway, since it was newly opened.

The receptionist was aware what Leaders Club Benefits we should receive and advised us about free internet, breakfast and a room upgrade.

A nice lady accompanied us to our Luxury Junior Suite and explained all the features.

Our suite was large and unusual shaped with a small hallway. The wardrobe was located there. It contained the safe and iron, ironing board.

A small annoyance is the safe. It has been installed that the door opens up towards you, so it is in the way if you want to store items or remove them.

We had a small coffee table, a sofa, a chair, two benches, a writing desk and a huge bed. The Flat Screen TV has a system that allows you to read all about the hotel and its facilities. In case you don't like to use that, there is also a print out available on high quality paper. The same goes for in room dining. The TV channel selection was good. Only CNN was missing.

On the writing desk was a welcome letter by Charlie Shiel, the general manager.

The mini bar was discreetly hidden behind what looks like another cupboard or wardrobe. It can be easily overlooked, because it is very well integrated, and at first I thought it contained some security/electricity related stuff until my better half enlightened me.

On the small table were our welcome gifts - sweets from the kitchen (blondies, strawberries covered in chocolate - they looked they were wearing a suit - and chocolate mousse), a fruit basket with fruits we really love, a large bottle of still water and a newspaper. The plate containing the sweets was decorated with chocolate, reading "Welcome to The Marker" and a tree topped with a raspberry. It was a very nice touch.

The bathroom has under floor heating. It can be individually regulated like the air conditioning, and both worked well.

The bathroom was large with a sink, enough storage space for all of our cosmetic, luxurious Malin & Goetz amenities, shaving kit, full dental kit, toilet, scale, separate bath tub and large shower with a squared rain shower head. Material used was white and black marble.

The Color scheme in the bedroom was white, grey, yellow and lilac.

There were also tea/coffee making facilities, and the mini bar contained some interesting local snacks and drinks.

The room was very comfortable and the views romantic over the Grand Canal Square.

The hotel has also a gym, spa with products used by Kersin Florian and indoor pool. This time around we didn't manage to use those facilities, but we went to the bar.

There was quite a buzz going on. It wasn't loud, just very full. We found a comfortable sofa and enjoyed people watching.

The waitress handed us menus and was soon back to take our order. We had a Drumbuie and a Kahlua, the House Terrine with sourdough bread and a side salad and two portions of the blondies. All was delicious. The service was prompt and attentive. The cost was a bit under 30 Euro (ca. 40 USD).

When we passed reception on our way back to the room, we asked for a late check out and requested a wake up call. The late check out was granted without quibble.

We were also offered a newspaper. Unfortunately only the Irish Times was for free. We prefer the Irish Independent. There was an additional charge of 3 Euro. I hesitated a bit, because I didn't see why we should pay extra for this, if we could simply go home the next day and read the newspaper for free online. I consulted with my better half. Since he wished to have it, I agreed.

We were about to make ourselves comfortable in the suite, when Housekeeping arrived for turn down.

I advised the two ladies they could go ahead. It took only a couple of minutes. We received two pieces of mint chocolate each.

Housekeeping also asked if I wanted the carpet hovered. It was spotless anyway, so it wasn't needed. I received an apology for disturbing me, but that wasn't necessary.

Later in the evening I requested more soap and bath gel. It arrived promptly and was again more than we expected. In fact there were two full sets of Malin & Goetz amenities. We already know the company from our stay at the Klaus K hotel in Helsinki and love them.

The Marker is the only hotel on the whole island, which offers Malin & Goetz.


We had room service later in the evening. We ordered hot chocolate, roast beef sandwich, salmon fillet and chocolate mousse. The gentleman from room service advised it would take around twenty five to thirty minutes. I was surprised when room service showed up after fifteen minutes. He told me they weren't very busy, so they could deliver earlier.

I soon realized why it had been so early. Somehow our order got mixed up. Instead of salmon fillet we received smoked salmon. It looked appetizing, but was still wrong, so with an apology the item was removed and the correct one freshly made. Another fifteen minutes later room service was back and brought the fish and a second pot of hot chocolate [ which was offered complimentary ] in case the other one was cold by now.

We were also offered to replace the dessert, because the ice cream had melted. I didn't want another disturbance and wanted to enjoy dinner with my better half, so I did forgo it.

I wasn't too upset about the glitch. It had happened to us before that we received the wrong meals in hotels that had longer open than The Marker. As it was a cold sandwich, it didn't make a difference. The dinner came in at slightly under 49 Euro (ca. 64 USD).

The food quality was excellent and the dishes delicious. We enjoyed the views and a good conversation while having dinner. It was dark by now and the markers outside [ after which the hotel is named ] were lighted. There was also a colorful arrow directly showing to the hotel.

We have been told we have been given the best room in the house [ beside the full suites ] and that it had been the show room before opening. Based on the beautiful views over the theatre and the Grand Canal Dock, it is easily to believe.

By the way the windows aren't made from mirror glass, so if you want privacy, close the curtains.

We had our five minutes in the spotlight earlier in the day. A lady had seen us, standing in our pajamas at the floor to ceiling windows. She waved at us, and I returned the favor. Her companion took a photograph of us. Which we found funny. [ and NO, we aren't celebrities ]

Before we could settle into bed, we had fun with the curtain. The suite had three windows. One was located in the corner of the building. The curtain was following the corner. We tried very hard to get it around the bend, but it wouldn't budge. We feared we were going to ruin it, so we called reception to send somebody up to close the curtain for us. If the request was odd, the receptionist wasn't showing it.

The member of staff arrived within minutes. He had at first also issues getting it closed. We found out, when you go behind the curtain and pull at the handle it functions. Problem solved, we went happy to bed and slept through until the punctual wake up call.

I checked if there was any newspaper. There wasn't.

When we were ready to leave for breakfast an International Herald Tribune was waiting for us at the door step. There wasn't any charge for that. The member of staff has been receptive, and it was the right choice for us. It is in the details that makes the difference between a good and an excellent hotet, and this hotel is excellent.

The breakfast was served at the Brasserie. We were brought to our table by the host. It wasn't very busy, only a few other couples. We had a window seat. Soon our waiter arrived and took our order for hot beverages, juice and toast. The jam was already on the table. There is a buffet breakfast, including some hot items, like grilled tomatoes with mushrooms, scrambled eggs, bacon and so on, cold cuts, local cheese, artisanal yogurt, cut fruit and fruit salad as well as three juices and much more. The quality was excellent. There are also a la carte items available, some with a supplement charge, like French Toast (5 Euro / ca. 6.50 USD) or free of charge, like the Bircher Berner Muesli.

One of the heaters didn't close or only with great difficulty, but I hope this issue is solved by now.

The tables are on the smaller, but stylish side.

The staff was very attentive. Shortly before we left we received the bill. It only showed the 5 Euro for the French Toast my better half had ordered, so it was correct.

Unfortunately way too soon it was time to check out, which was quick and friendly.

I hope we can go back this year, other commitments allowing.

©2013

Domini & Peaches Kemp @ The Restaurant, Brown Thomas, Dublin, Ireland

Before checking into the brand new Marker Hotel we had breakfast at The Restaurant @ Brown Thomas, a famous department store in Dublin. Brown Thomas is owned by Galen Weston, a Canadian Tycoon.
The Restaurant is managed by Domini and Peaches Kemp and located on the third floor. The interior is contemporary.

When we arrived there was quite a buzz. Fortunately we didn't have to wait for a seat and were brought immediately to our table.
Having informed ourselves online about the menu, we already knew what we were going to order.
We had the Toffee-Nut-Latte, a cappuccino, two orange juice, one French Toast with bacon and maple syrup, smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, the raw fruit salad and two slices of toasted sourdough bread with butter and jam.
We were told by our waitress that we had ordered quite a lot, so she pushed our and the neighboring empty table together to make more space. I didn't appreciate the comment. More space was definitely needed. The tables were on the smaller side.
The meal was very enjoyable and the quality high. I only wished my salmon portion would have been slightly larger. One slice more would have been nice. The eggs and chive were plenty. Maybe I was spoiled from the breakfast at Wilde's a week earlier, where I had a similar dish.
The French Toast was yummy too. The fruit salad was fresh and ideal to share, because the portion was large. The bread and jam was of high quality too.

Even though the staff was very busy, they were attentive and quick to respond.

The bill came in at slightly under 50 Euro (ca. 66 USD).

We spent around an hour at the Restaurant and were ready to walk to the Docklands for our stay at the Marker.

Of course we are going to return.

©2013