Free Sunday?
Like gin?
Enjoy food?
Dingle Distillery and Native Spaces present ‘Of Land & Sea’, an unique collaborative culinary experience celebrating Dingle Gin, Dingle Peninsula and it’s passionate artisan food producers.
A ‘pop up for Dingle Gin’ will take on Sunday in Lucky’s, Meath Street, Dublin 8.
Michael Reddy writes:
Kevin Murphy (Idas, Dingle), David Holmes (Coke Lane Pizza), Henea Afli (Native Spaces) and Pieter Reid (Native Blenders) join forces to create a sensory journey that encapsulates the taste of the Kerry landscape.
The meal will be prepared in David’s wood fire oven and will consist of 7 courses in total, 3 food and 4 beverage. Food menu consists of a flatbread with smoked salmon, followed by Dingle mountain lamb and Murphy’s Ice cream as dessert.
Dingle Gin forms the backbone of the entire menu which will celebrate the natural beauty of the Dingle Peninsula.. Tickets available at link below
We have two invites to this incredible culinary and drinking experience to give away
To enter, just complete this rhyme:
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
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Lines MUST close at 6.45pm
But I know I’ll stuff myself til I’m bursting at the seam.
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream.
But Johnny-boy hasn’t been able to cut it, man-wise, for some time, not that I’d want his stench of gin and sour defeat pressed against me.
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream.
MONORAIL!
Land ferries (to rhyme with berries, you see)
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream.
Or perhaps I’m crushed by the daily grind of reality. Tingly.
That ferries me off after on a midsummer night’s dream
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
But not enough to crush the desperate loneliness of being single
On a positive note I like crying into ice cream alone, mostly at weekends, I eat pizzas too all alone and love to escape my sad lonely life while getting pickled with gin, and I could just eat two of everything – winner? :(
or loser?
(only joking – that was very good. too early to say if its the winner, though)
and the aroma of fungi
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
I’ll gin and bear it on Meath Street
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
If at first you don’t succeed, then try and try a gin.
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
Or maybe it’s my old mate Fungie,
That makes Dingle the town of my dreams
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
At Lucky’s I’m keen to bemingle.
Spectacular
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
It’s the best thing of Kerry’s,
Since Cahersiveen.
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
but Dingle mountain lamb sounds like something from a dream.
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
(H)up (from) Ciarraigh
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
Gin made me sick when I was seventeen.
OR
Just don’t make me walk across that big balance beam.
OR
My belly will burst across my surgical seam.
OR
But the piece de resistance is the g&t fried sea bream.
OR
something something something Halloween.
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
But it sure beats getting locked on sherry
and making bits of my self esteem
Or the Kingdom’s lamb and salmon,
That completes the winning team.
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream flurries,
That says have gin like a thin twin who’s chin could hold slim jims of Ding.
Disclaimer : Author may or may not be drunk right now
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice-cream.
I’ll have to try each single
Drop, ’til I can(‘t) see!
It’s me birthday on Sunday
Oh dreamy, dream dream…..
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
Yet after just one nip I’m singin’ Kerry’s glory with the Seraphim.
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
Full from the gastronomy of land and sea
That makes it taste like a dream.
Nothing gives me a tingle,
Like din’ and gin from Dingle.
It could be the juniper berries,
Or perhaps the ice cream,
That has me single,
And ready to mingle