Scott and I landed in Dublin around 8:00 a.m. and thought we'd forage for fare in the food court, not knowing how long it would take to get the rental car, find the hotel, and then *fingers crossed* find something plant-based to eat in the city. Scott operates under the "eat now for famine may come later" theory.
Anyway, we weren't sure what to expect... would french fries (or "chips" as they call them in Ireland) be the only …

