Review 02: Goldie, Cork

This Fish & Ale spot on Oliver Plunkett Street is the whole catch

Sometimes, you just don’t want to go to a restaurant, and can think of nothing worse in the moment. 

This was a restaurant we really, really didn’t want to go to.

The booking was long-made but on the day, as the digits clocked up the count to 8:30pm we started to dread the prospect of taking our seats. Like that gut wrench, squeezing your stomach into your spine, when you’re facing your driving test, public speaking or the Leaving Cert exams. A hollow dread which set our appetites AWOL. The dread of painting on a smile, the anxiety of interacting with other people. Unfounded fear, freezing us to the spot and swallowing up what should have been joyous.