Restaurant Review: Granville’s Bar and Restaurant, Macroom, Co Cork

Many, many years ago I was involved in selecting an end-of-the-food-chain rugby team — Minor B Seconds — at a small, rural, end-of-the-world club. 

It was an educational experience and a brush with Craggy Island reality. Being offered the honour of a long hour’s trench warfare did not always guarantee that those selected would turn up. For some being picked only mattered if a better proposition could not be found.

One, our only decent player, would vanish if there was a good fall of woodcock; another’s presence depended on where the pack of otter hounds — yes, it was that long ago — his family had built over generations were hunting. If it was good, likely ground he’d be gone too.