Eamonn, Brother
There is no stopping the Armstrongs, proprietors of Restaurant Eve in Old Town. Not only are they whizzes in the kitchen, their fecundity (both physical and entrepreneurial) has begot another place to eat. According to Tom, Cathal and Meshelle plan to open Eamonn’s/A Dublin Chipper sometime this summer. The place will be a casual joint, unlike the formal (and so worth it) affair that is Eve. It looks like fish and chips will be the standby at the place, which is taking over the Scotland Yard at 728 King Street. There might even be poker in the upstairs bar.

What’s interesting to us is the etymology of the the Armstrongs’ restaurants. Eve is named for the couple’s six-year-old daughter, and the upcoming Eamonn’s namesake is their three-year-old son. Hmm. DCist wonders if it’s such a good idea to translate sibling rivalry into the physical realm…

(Scene opens. It is ten years in the future. Tthe Armstrongs are on a road-trip following a tip about a West Virginia farm selling raw milk and heirloom ramps. The children are in the backseat of the flying car.)
Eve: My restaurant is SO much better than yours.
Eamonn: Please. Yours is hoity-toity and you can never get a reservation!
Eve: That’s why it’s SO cool. I mean, President Warner and Vice-President Obama come in all the time. Besides, who wants fish and chips when you can get olive oil-poached escolar?
Eamonn: No one even knows what that is! Who wants lobster crème brûlee? Come on, crustacean custard?
Eve: Who wants fried fish and french fries?
Eamonn: Umm, everyone?
Eve: If by “everyone” you mean hippies and drunk college kids. Your restaurant doesn’t even serve poussin.
Eamonn: What did you call me?

We have faith that the family will keep it civil, though. Anyway, we’re psyched to try out a place we hope will have a good selection of whiskeys, a stellar black-and-tan, and a perfectly poured Guinness. Plus, we’re suckers for malt vinegar and a good Irish name.