There’s a seat in Black Rock that’s the perfect place to sit if you’ve ever dreamed of being a private investigator in a film noir classic. You can recline in your wicker-weaved chair, or rest your forearms on the cold marble table.
The liberal application of stained glass and gothic windows, as well as the grand luxury of the Lough Bar (once the chapel), will leave you feeling regal and bordering on saintly for the duration of your stay.
You have to judge your audience before you start discussing terroir. Pick the wrong time or place and you could end up with a reputation for pomposity, verbiage and downright pretension. In the right circumstances though, it’s the only word that works.