Illustration by Marta Signori The English have their green and pleasant land. The Irish, traditionally, have the land of saints and scholars. One-nil to the Irish, on the ethno-cliché front, at least. But whatever happened to that lovely Hibernian reputation? We seem to have misplaced WB Yeats’s lapping shores on Innisfree for Conor McGregor; the soggy peat of Seamus Heaney’s childhood for Jedward; and the grey brick upon brick of Louis MacNeice’s Dublin for Louis Walsh. Liquid lunches Never mind, because a sliver of that old world is preserved on a suburban corner in Sandycove ( Cuas an Ghainimh before that pesky Act of Union), South County Dublin. It’s called Fitzgerald’s, a five-minute walk from the Martello tower of Ulysses fame. But if you were after the “sandwiches” component of Beer and Sandwiches you would be leaving hungry. Ireland is famous for its pubs, yes. The prefix “gastro-” has yet to enter the lexicon, however. I hope you like crisps. All about context You’re sick of hearing it.…