"It's not the Blarney Stone," Edwards quips, "so you don't have to kiss it, talk to it, or lick it." Instead, we'll wrap our lips around craft beers "scientifically proven to cure nothing, not even the hangover" before clattering downstairs to Blake's culinary centrepiece. Flavour has become folklore in the vaulted cellar (called 28 at the Hollow) pungent with the scent of smoked aubergine and wild Atlantic cod but Edwards has just mentioned the sleek vessel that's "a bit like a floating living room" awaiting passengers at the Erne Water Taxi departure point down on Broadmeadow. I'm intrigued.

Source: The Herald January 29, 2026 05:00 UTC