The McMenamin house is not ideally situated for the Opera Festival, (but it is for the railway station), nor is it the most luxurious accommodation to be found in Wexford, nor is it even the place for those little toiletry extras that make you feel so pampered. But it is the place that is almost second to none for a heart-cockle-warming experience which you won’t find in many places on this planet, let alone Ireland.
Seamus and Kay McMenamin’s legendary hospitality continues unabated even if some of the accessories to the rooms are beginning to show their age. (The shower-head in our bathroom was on its last legs – but this is not what one goes to McMenamin’s for), but the beds are comfortable enough. There’s always a welcoming cup of tea, or a glass of wine accompanied by a little Wexford history and chat, and anything in Wexford that Seamus doesn’t know about is not worth knowing.
But the pièces de resistance at McMenamin’s Town House are the breakfasts. We say it in the plural because they are so generous. You could start by helping yourself to freshly -squeezed juices (orange and local apple), cereals and fresh and stewed fruit salads with local organic yogurt, or you could ask Seamus to let you have some of his porridge laced with rum. Whilst you are thinking about the next course, Seamus will be plying you with five or six different kinds of home-made breads, as well as the home made flapjacks, not to mention the suitably alcoholised jams.