Breakfast at the Westport Plaza was nothing beyond the expectations of any 4 star hotel, but the tepid temperature of the food in the supposedly hot buffet was a little blah. At least they had baby pastries to assuage us!
Richard drove us all into Donegal Town to the popular family restaurant The Harbour for dinner. Bit of a squeeze with 4 of us in the back seat – alternating one butt forward, one butt back! We sat upstairs in ‘The Harbour’ where there were three birthday celebrations going on! Really enjoyed the fried goat’s cheese salad (becoming a popular choice, I know!), we split this and Mexican vegetable fajitas – nice and spicy – just wish they had given us more guacamole and spicy tomato sauce on the side (but we didn’t ask for it either!). The renditions of ‘Happy Birthday’ got louder as the evening progressed, but once one group moved on to the endless speeches, we also moved on (although we valiantly persevered for a while, but as my voice was disintegrating – croaky throat – we tossed it in and changed venue).
Our next port of call was The Central Hotel for drinks . . . and some live kitsch music thrown in! Robert ordered me a hot whiskey for my throat – double shot with hot water and lemon, artfully embedded with cloves. Not sure that it helped the throat, but it tasted mighty fine! So fine that I didn’t notice 2 more of these concoctions being ordered for me back at the hotel, where we were ensconced in one of the cosy lounges with the fire going, lovely music in the background and endless stories to share.