queen of tarts, dublin
We were in Dublin for the first three days of our trip, and it took me a while to unearth some food gems. I had a few missteps with too-brightly-lit cafeteria style places. I vowed to do better, and discovered the Queen of Tarts on our second day in for breakfast.
The Queen of Tarts was just around the corner from The Clarence, where we were staying in Dublin. (More on The Clarence later. I LOVED THE CLARENCE). I’d term many of my foodie finds in Ireland as delightful because they were – quaint and authentic and dedicated to the fresh and the local.
Oatmeal is called porridge in Ireland, and Aaron had a big bowful of it, along with brown sugar and maple syrup. While the maple syrup is Canadian, the brown sugar was very Irish, and served on all tables along with white sugar.
Mike and I had scones, which seemed appropriate at a place called the Queen of Tarts. Much of the food in Ireland overlapped the British, but don’t tell the Irish I said that because they have a long, understandably fraught relationship with the UK. Scones and teas were very common, and ours at the Queen of Tarts were very soft, flaky, warm and delicious.
The cafe was small and jammed with tables and I found out afterwards that there is a bigger version of the Queen of Tarts in the alley just around the corner. No matter – clearly someone had been up since 3 am baking the delicious for the customers. This was greatly appreciated by us weary travellers.
Queen of Tarts
4 Cork Hill, Dame Street