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Foodswings Reviews – The Good Food Store


 This is actually not my first trip to The Good Food Store, but it’s the first time I’ve sat in, which I feel gives me a lot more credibility to write about the place accurately.

I got free cake with a coffee I bought last week, which I’m only seeing now that I’ve started following them on social media was being given out because it was the ‘2 year anniversary’ of their first store in Ballsbridge opening. Sweet.
This branch itself on South Great George’s Street still has the woodshavings and empty-box feel of a place that is just coming to terms with the fact that it’s long narrow interior has been bustling with activity since a rather- rushed opening – the place is extremely busy!
With their homemade selection of delicious organic salads, soups, hot pots and sandwiches, for anyone working in or around the area The Good Food Store is an absolute must-try for a quick steal of a lunch. The salads come in 2 sizes, and prices are based on weight, but really the taste of the sweet potato, spinach and cashew nut, and also the roasted veg mix concoctions will have you willing to throw your hard-earned fiver at the friendly and helpful staff behind the counter. Alternatively you can choose to fill a sandwich, roll, wrap or bap with whatever you fancy, a small hot-meat counter ensuring the freshest of cuts and marinated chicken breasts. A great selection of homemade cakes and bread also draw the eye as you debate over what goodness to indulge in, the deliciously soft chocolate fudge cake I tasted last week glistening enticingly at me as I glanced over them.

 If yelling at the friendly cashier to ‘take my money!!’ doesn’t do the trick, you can busy yourself while you queue by studying the amazing selection of organic health foods and fresh produce stocked along the walls that they also supply. Nut butters, vitamins, fresh fruit and veg, and not to mention a great selection of vegetarian and vegan products, The Good Food Store is really exactly what it says on the tin – and more, because a great deal of the brands on sale are Irish.

Being my nosy self I commented as I sat at the makeshift table area down at the back, only 3 chairs facing the deli in a bar-like setting – ‘This place would do brilliantly as a café!”
The waitress who heard me turned and smiled, saying there are definitely plans in the pipeline to expand, and that where I was currently sat was merely a provisional layout while things took off.

This knowledge delighted me, not only the fact that I was now privy to it, but the thought of coming here for a lunchdate and actually sitting in a more open-plan, chill interior surrounded by such freshness, feel-good people and products made me extremely excited, and I made sure to take a glance over the menu options again as I left to plan ahead for my next visit.
The Ariosa coffee blend used also proved delicious, another homegrown brand, and I left feeling altogether more balanced; a happy tummy filled with ‘Good Food’ proving the key to a less stressful and more productive afternoon.

Literally my only qualm being the fact that there are only a few bar-stool seats offered as a ‘sit-in’ option having been debunked and deemed a temporary issue, I couldn’t recommend a trip to The Good Food Store more highly.
Prices range from the small salad box right up to the larger filled-sandwich options, but really if you come to a place like this it’s quality you’re after, and the delivery of that quality is more satisfying than anything!

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Coffee agus Ceol

Finishing off my coffee this morning, I’m surprisingly at peace with my body and soul right now. My aura? My…existence. Right at this moment…is ok. For now. Sometimes this feeling is the closest I know I’ll ever get to contentment. It’s brief, it won’t last longer than a few minutes I know, but at least I can recognise it when it finally shows it’s face. It’s nice to know and realise sometimes that it is possible to occupy your own space in the world without wishing you didn’t have to, even if it’s only brief. These moments help me know that’s it’s real.

The man who works downstairs has also come in early, but instead of using this time to needlessly surf the web like me, he is practicing the french horn. I didn’t realise until now, but the sound reminds me of being young, and being part of orchestras, surrounded by sound, surrounded by people being in touch with part of them that they wouldn’t rightly be able to describe or put a finger on, but that they know is there. I miss playing the flute and being part of something like that. The perfect balance between structure and lack of structure – structure in the fact that the written music is there to be followed, note for note, line for line, each part fitting in perfectly with each other in harmony and dissonance – yet lack of structure in that for any individual player, that music is and will always be merely a guideline to what will actually be played. For every interpretation of a piece will be different. Placing sixty to a hundred or so musicians together in one place is inevitably going to produce something new, no matter how loyal you remain to the music, or how technically talented the musicians.
In my search for some sort of structure to my life recently it has  proved damn near impossible to find a balance, especially when it comes to food, drink, and exercise – some of the most important things in life to keep balanced. In the past I have been to all extremes – being unable to stop and also being hugely restrictive, neither of which are beneficial, and both of which leave me miserable and confused, with racing thoughts and panicked assumptions and misinterpretations of myself and the way I look. This morning for the first time in quite a while, I felt momentarily at peace with myself, and it felt good. It felt ok. Not amazing, not out-of-this-world euphoric, not a moment of bliss that I will forever remember for it’s perfection… but content. Because the extreme of euphoria is not necessarily a good thing, and striving to reach it is only inevitably going to require a counterbalance of misery to even things out a bit. I think I’ve finally gotten to the stage in life where I am able to do without the euphoria, the out-of-body momentary happiness, if it also means I don’t have to experience the misery.

Like the orchestra tuning up for a performance – the mess, unorganised chaos and untuned notes tooting out here and there and everywhere while everybody plays their favourite warm-up piece or scale or line, clashing fantastically in a hall which echoes each note back to all the members a hundred times over, finally coming to a standstill, and starting up a well-rehearsed piece. It will never be the same as it was the last time, maybe even not as intended by the composer because of the non-existent nature of originality, but if paced, and trod carefully, and practiced, something new and beautiful will be created and let out into the world for each musician and audience member to experience.