Subway in Dublin

This subway has been with me for most of my life. It has tracked me, from a girl to a woman, as I aged through adolescence to slightly later adolescence. I remember the day I came in here, didn’t order anything and ate the bag of crisps I bought in the Tesco next door. I remember the day I experienced exposure therapy by sitting facing the windows. This is the most ethnically rich subway I’ve ever visited. They exclusively play Bollywood hits and their speciality is the richly Indian chicken tikka masala. The grimy chairs remind me of my childhood within Burger King in the Quays. Much like WB Yeats and his resonance with the wilderness, my resonance for the greasy chairs and tables of outdated fast food restaurants brings peace now dropping slow dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings. Thank you subway, for feeding me nutritionally and culturally.