The Village Inn sits on the main road through Port Chluain Eoghain, or Portglenone in Northern Ireland. Port Chluain Eoghain means “The Fort of Eoghan’s meadow” and it’s a small village of about 1100 souls. 
Behind this door there was a couple of beers, a cider … and a coffee. It was a drizzly, drippy socked-in kind of day when made our pub stop. Except I just wanted a cup of coffee. After serving the drinks, I asked, “It might seem like a unlikely request, but is it possible to just get a cup of coffee.” The barman’s response was that it would just be a cup of workman’s coffee, but I gratefully accepted. When asked what I owed, he replied in that wonderful Irish lilt, “Oh, I couldn’t charge you for that, not a t’all, not a t’all.”
It’s a shame I never went that way, when I had the chance. But I loved the rugged south coast, and islands too much to venture far.
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Sounds like a very friendly barman to be sure to be sure. 😃
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No worries 🙂
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The purity of the Irish. I know all about it after living for four years in the very south, Skibbereen. Lovely moment reading your post.
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I looked Skibbereen up on the map. We stayed southeast of Limerick town, in the Ballyhoura mountain area. When we ventured to the south coast it was Youghall way.
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