The Tournament

I'm here to play Rugby.

What's that? Chess, with bruises.

We've arrived at DCU, and have suffered two pre-tournament parties. This pic is from the Dragon, off George St. To your left, Pain, to your right, Tiny Dancer and Commander Angry. We had free Guinness, and when we went to the Foggy Dew, post an Italian restaurant, we drank more Guinness. (A theme?) The Lasagna del Torro danced on the tongue. Dublin shakes with pasta and pad thai, but I've yet to see a Chinese Buffet or German food. You can't swing a dead cat without hitting a restaurant in San Francisco. Dublin is mostly pub food. Heavy, meaty, and served with a pint. (Oh, Christ, I'm an Irish Pub)

The DCU welcome party forced me to find a take-away shop. (It's not food "to go" but to "take away") Next door was a supermarket, where I asked the counter girl where I could find PB and J. "Are they your friends?" Fascinating.

Full Match Reports tomorrow.