The Origins of Irish Coffee

[Malcolm Buggeridge]

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If you are going to pretend you are erudite, at least check the spelling before hand

A mere typo old boy, I'm fully aware of how to spell the word.

[SupremeSpod]

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If you are going to pretend you are erudite, at least check the spelling before hand

Oh the ironing!

[SimonMac]

My favourite licqueur coffee is made with Cointreau. Not sure what the name for that is, anyone care to elucidate?

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If you are going to pretend you are erudite, at least check the spelling before hand

[Old Greg]

If you are such a connoisseur you will know its whiskEy not whisky, I know making that mistake on the Shankill will get you knee capped

Don't tell him that.

[Malcolm Buggeridge]

If you are such a connoisseur you will know its whiskEy not whisky, I know making that mistake on the Shankill will get you knee capped

My favourite licqueur coffee is made with Cointreau. Not sure what the name for that is, anyone care to elucidate?

[SimonMac]

I don't know about you but I love a nice Irish coffee, particularly after a good meal whilst engaging in some badinage with my fellow diners.

Friday night happened to be such an occasion when I was in the Tipsy Toad with some of my chums.

I don't normally order Irish coffees in pubs unless I have a cast iron guarantee from the waitress that it is NOT going to be adorned with a couple of clumsy squirts of chantilly from an aerosol. I like double cream expertly floated on the back of a teaspoon and, after assurances were given, that's what I ordered and that's what I got.

Now, one of my companions imparted a quite fascinating snippet of trivia to the proceedings as I slurped away trying to get a greater volume of coffee into my mouth than cream with each mouthful such that there would be cream all the way to the bottom.

Apparently Irish coffee dates back to the early days of passenger transatlantic aviation. Flights would stop at Shannon airport en route for the eastern seaboard of the USA and passengers would be offered coffee containing whisky in order to steel themselves for the chilly journey ahead; the aircraft had no heating and even when they did the systems were pretty ineffectual.

One thing about Irish coffee though, as much as I like it it doesn't half repeat on me. Hurp...

If you are such a connoisseur you will know its whiskEy not whisky, I know making that mistake on the Shankill will get you knee capped

[Malcolm Buggeridge]

I don't know about you but I love a nice Irish coffee, particularly after a good meal whilst engaging in some badinage with my fellow diners.

Friday night happened to be such an occasion when I was in the Tipsy Toad with some of my chums.

I don't normally order Irish coffees in pubs unless I have a cast iron guarantee from the waitress that it is NOT going to be adorned with a couple of clumsy squirts of chantilly from an aerosol. I like double cream expertly floated on the back of a teaspoon and, after assurances were given, that's what I ordered and that's what I got.

Now, one of my companions imparted a quite fascinating snippet of trivia to the proceedings as I slurped away trying to get a greater volume of coffee into my mouth than cream with each mouthful such that there would be cream all the way to the bottom.

Apparently Irish coffee dates back to the early days of passenger transatlantic aviation. Flights would stop at Shannon airport en route for the eastern seaboard of the USA and passengers would be offered coffee containing whisky in order to steel themselves for the chilly journey ahead; the aircraft had no heating and even when they did the systems were pretty ineffectual.

One thing about Irish coffee though, as much as I like it it doesn't half repeat on me. Hurp...