Cork: A meal to feast on in Charlie Macs
I’VE long held a gr• for Fermoy, those fine tall buildings, expansive square and capacious bridge linking north of town to south. It bespeaks an earlier era and it only ever takes the briefest of visits (and a hot toddie in the Grand Hotel!) to have me dreaming of warm tweeds and a stout ghillie to spirit me away on pony and trap for some angling on the beautiful Blackwater.
Like many other rural Irish towns Fermoy is feeling the cruel bite of recession. The typical weekday diner is merely concerned with filling the belly for as little outlay as possible; hardly a conducive economic backdrop for a restaurant.
