We spent two nights in Dingle and I need to document our dining experiences in that darling town because although its small it's big on delivering wonderful food that would be the envy of any foodie you may know. We had three rooms at the Heaton Guesthouse which is at the end of the main road through town and across from the water. This was a spotless, charming two story bed and breakfast with the emphasis on breakfast cooked to order each morning and served in their quaint dining room overlooking the ocean. Each day you were greeted by a buffet table featuring all things goodness...cereals, pastries, glorious fresh fruit, homemade jams, fresh squeezed juices...you get the picture. Then your order was taken from a menu of six main items such as airy omelettes, eggs and herring, scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, fluffy pancakes and yes.......Irish oatmeal topped with brown sugar and Drambuie! Can you guess who enjoyed the latter? Each dish was impeccably prepared, plated with style and delivered with flair. There was nothing they wouldn't do for you. The server didn't even blink an eye when David ordered two breakfasts one morning. And perceptive they were too...one day Eric ordered herring and eggs but without the eggs needing protein but not being an egg person. The server delivered the dish with an inquiry if he had ever eaten herring. Admitting that this was his first time she delicately instructed him in the art of enjoying herring, bones, skin and all with a squirt of lemon. He did us proud that day, smiling all the while. Now, back to the food! The first night we walked down the street to Out of the Blue (OOTB for short!) located across from the harbor. It was a tiny little restaurant full of locals and full of fish carried across the street from the boats each morning. Their motto is "if we don't like the fish caught that day we don't open". Good enough for us. They served lobster bisque that was like no other on the planet. Maine would be chagrined if given a taste. The next night we visited The Global Village, another tiny restaurant a bit up from the harbor. David and Emily went for an earlier dinner having a date night and Mike, Eric and I went later. We all had lovely meals in a cozy atmosphere as the rain trickled down the windows. Eating in Dingle feels like you're at home only better. The feeling of pride of the owners, the cooks and the servers begins at the front door and continues until the door closes behind you. As with most things in Ireland, eating isn't just something to do, it's a pageantry of sights, sounds and most of all flavors....flavors of freshness and honesty. Yipes! Almost forgot the cheese shop! In the pouring rain we stood waiting til it opened after lunch. A place so tiny just had to have something wonderful behind it's doors. And so it did.....a wooden counter piled high with hunks and rounds of glorious Irish cheese. The lassie behind the counter happily carved slices of anything you wanted to try. Never have I tasted better cheese.......the cheeses we had in Paris were lovely but Irish cheese has something special, something that only leprechauns can add. And did I mention the chocolate that was in the cheese shop as almost an afterthought? Secluded on a shelf were three wee bowls of dark chocolate candies. There were only three flavors....Stilton and port, thyme and rosemary and salted pecan. Made by hand right there in tiny Dingle of all natural ingredients they were truly unique in flavor, subtle and rich at the same time. We left...we sampled....and we went back for more! OK. Enough about food.