Our order of Bangers and Mash was clearly the comfort food we were seeking, wanting to sink deeper into Irish culture within this jewelry box of a restaurant. The creamy mashed potatoes and mushroom gravy were worth the price of admission alone. I asked our waiter Josh to bring us some gnarly mustard and he laughed. A few moments later with the gnarly addition, the meal took on new heights as I dipped the housemade sausage into a zesty brew of brown seed mustard with a horseradish kick—my whole mouth zigging and zagging resounding with Zing! My only regret was not ordering a pint of Guinness to balance the zig and zag.
Sadly, our time together was coming to an end. Jordan and I walked back to his frat house and hugged goodbye. He would pull an all-nighter to complete a term paper. My heart was heavy for the parting once again, but made lighter by the memory of our precious time together. I got in my car, turned on the XM satellite radio to the 70s station hoping that Free Bird would float through the speakers, sending me back to the happy place once again, at de Vere's, with Jordan by my side.