I have to raise a glass the genius who decided to build a pub--even an English one--near the United gates in Washington Dulles Airport. For those of us who travel on business, lunch and dinner are too often airport fast food (even worse than regular fast food) eaten in the waiting area next to the departure gate for our next flight. Having returned from Memphis late the previous evening, The Missus Seamus, yo and I were heading back to Nashville for the weekend. Fearing long lines at security on a Friday evening, we passed up the few dinner choices available on the back route from Fredneck, hustled through check-in, breezed through security -- love those premium security lines -- and endured the people-crawlers out to the C-gates. At this point, we still had a hour before boarding, but I figured we were destined for the epicurean delights of McNasty's or Nate's Pizza Express.Begorrah!! Guess it had been a few months since I departed from the mid-section of C Concourse. In their entrepreneurial foresight, someone finally figured out that they could make a bit of dosh by offering some only moderately overpriced pub grub and real beer -- you know, the kind you can chew -- between the TSA and the jetway. Bless their capitalist hearts!
The Firkin & Fox is a right lovely pub sandwiched in among the vendor carts and fast food stand-me-ups. Not only do they offer a place to sit down to a bite and a beer, the food is tasty and the atmosphere is, well, pub-like. M'lady ordered the fish'n'chips, and m'self settled on the bangers and mash, both washed down with a smitticks. For an English pub, the Smithwyck's ale was almost creamy, and the fare was the best I've had in an airport in over a hundred thousand miles.
So to the people who have created Firkin & Fox and improved Dulles International many times over, "Cead Mille Failte", a 100,000 welcomes!
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