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Dinner in the murder capital of Europe

January 30, 2009 09:35
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This place was also known as Stab City when the gangs just had knives but now they have high velocity rifles. This place is Limerick in Ireland, home of Irish drug barons and gangland feuds. I was on my rounds this week starting with a flight to Dublin from Stansted to sort out some Irish companies suffering from the recession. It was 2 days work in Dublin and then an evening drive across Ireland to Bansha near Tralee. On the map Limerick appeared as a convenient en route stop for dinner. I had never been there.

While heading south west along a slow Irish road I listened to a radio news report about a police raid on the ‘Mocky Dock pob’ ( Mucky Duck pub ) in Limerick where a number of firearms had been found. I got to Limerick just after 8, unaware of the city’s reputation. I drove around the centre looking for somewhere decent to eat and on the off chance turned down a narrow street which led to the Cornmarket. I drove up and down and an Indian restaurant called Poppadom looked half-decent from the outside. I don’t usually eat Indian, maybe once or twice a year. I parked opposite a tenement block, thinking nothing of it and walked round the corner to the restaurant.

It was new wave and didn’t smell of curry inside. There were two young girls from Latvia as waitresses, myself and a table next to me with three middle-aged ladies. Off the menu I ordered their potato and vegetable curry with a limbu bhaat ( boiled rice tossed in lime juice with peanuts, fennel and coriander ) and a samarkand naan ( naan flat bread stuffed with coconut and almond ), all washed down with a Cobra beer. Not exactly weight watchers.

Then one of the ladies at the next table asked me to join them. I initially declined but she asked again so not wishing to be churlish I moved across to the next table. One of them was celebrating her birthday, which birthday I didn’t ask, but we all seemed about the same age which is why I never ask any more. My order turned up before theirs so I started eating. We started talking about the economy, golf, one of their daughter’s weddings ( which is one thing we had in common as our daughter got married last year ), the cost of living in Ireland and the younger generation having mortgaged themselves up with cheap credit. And then one of them started talking about the gangland shootings in the city and how one local rugby player was shot dead in a case of mistaken identity last year, ‘ just around the corner, mind, just opposite those tenements’ which is where I had parked my car. She said it happened on market day on a Saturday morning in front of everyone. And then one of the other ladies started talking about the drug barons in the city and the shootings. ‘Mind you, they won’t kill you, just shoot you in both legs, mind’. The third lady talked about her holiday in Prague last year, how she visited the Jewish quarter and then went on to Krakow followed by a visit to Auschwitz. She had been quite moved by that visit and had met a Jewish family who had continued to live in the town. She was able to appreciate more clearly the current situation in the Middle East.