Homemade burgers on the grill, all the trimmings, for a fiver. Only way I was eating a burger in Waterford is if it was coming to me in a fresh blaa. Hard beat.
I did stop at Volcano for a slice of pizza though. They’ve a mobile wood-fired pizza oven on the go, €3 for a third of a pepperoni pizza, optional freebie of chilli and parmesan. Delicious.
Despite the larger number of sweet vendors I noticed, I avoided all sugary and sour sweets this time out. Took some effort that.
Healy’s in Waterford had something for everyone on offer, big on the Java Republic coffee.
With the feed and a coffee out of the way, it was time for a pint, one of the perks of taking the train and not driving down so I settled in for a pint of Metalman Pale Ale. Dare I say I thought it nicer than the Smithwick’s Pale Ale? At least until I got home and had a bottle off the shelf. Guess I’m going to have to go back to Waterford again for the comparison.
I spotted these guys coming across the bridge before lunchtime, on their way to set up for hourly threshing demos on the quay side, the product from which you could by as well.
The rain held off for most of the day, only one or two very minor showers, but for the most part it looks like this only with added wind.
Before heading for the train I did one last lap of the entire quay and almost jumped in for a plate of yaki soba noodles (veg). At a fiver a plate and for the size of the portions, I would have been well fed.
No food festival is complete without a trip to Man Of Aran Fudge.
One of the cooks from Barracuda, who were doing a roaring trade over the course of the day, particularly for their sausage and potato punnet. But for the queue ahead of me and really leaving it until the last minute to head back for the train, I’d have tucked straight in. I’ll remember them in future.