This quest commenced unknowingly while having lunch at Ivans Oyster Bar and Grill in Howth, Ireland last November. Unexpectedly snowy and cold, after viewing the rolling white (rather than green) hills of Ireland, we tried to thaw out in a warm restaurant and ended up at Ivans. My first impression was that it looked a little more upscale than most of the places we'd been in Ireland, but I could have cared less since I couldn't feel my feet and just wanted to get some food and blood flowing to my extremities again. For whatever reason, mussels sounds good to us, so we ordered some up. And at our table arrived the best mussels I may have had to date... The pot was virtually bottomless, and the mussels were delicious and meaty. We ate them until we were stuffed, (and there were still some left), while watching some teens throwing snowballs at each other outside for what seemed like an hour. We wondered when they would actually get bored of it, but it was likely the first time they had ever seen snow. Leave it to us to go to Ireland the first time they see snow in about 20 years.
Now all we wonder is... will we find such delicious mussels ever again? Well, we're certainly going to try. Ivan... you are a recurring visitor in my food day dreams, you and your big mussels. We heart you.
That's awesome.
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