Consumed with relish, the inner parts of Bloomsday

TUCKING into a major work of literature for breakfast is like facing a plateful of giblets, gizzards and other assorted innards a tad on the heavy side in the delicate hours of morning.

But there were plenty of robust appetites attacking both dishes with relish yesterday as the centenary of James Joyce's Bloomsday served up a more substantial than the usual literary and culinary start to the day.

No respectable cafe was without an extra supply of black pudding and sausage for the legions of Leopold Bloom devotees who threw caution and muesli to the wind to follow the dietary habits of their hero to the last morsel.