It was a cold morning for a quick spin around the centre of Belfast. I had hoped for a longer ride, but the wind and broken bike share bikes conspired against me. The Titanic Museum and the signature Samson and Goliath cranes in the docklands. The Albert Memorial Clock leans a wee bit. The Big... Continue Reading →
Humans appear to have been eating oysters in the United Kingdom since Roman times. This was my first time to try the briny, creamy, slimy, squishy dish - it tasted like the ocean. I ate the oyster in a pub that currently occupies the Crown Liquor Saloon building in Belfast, an ornate public house completed... Continue Reading →
the Bikeswain 