Hundreds of years ago the wealthy and successful spice importing merchants bought all the coastal land around Dalkey and Killiney.

The early spice trading merchants relied on their strong and astute sense of smell to assure they purchased only the freshest and most fragrant crops. A dim or spoiled crop could mean financial ruin.

The Spice Boom of 1625 coincided with an unfortunate growth of Dublin's destitute population. Charles I, the ruling British Monarch of the era stated that "Over my dead body will the rate of corporation tax ever be allowed to fall below four big red beads and six medium yellow beads" as he slammed his abacus on the desk. (Thats 63% in new money) The poor and malnourished proletariat had little interest in the cost of Pope Urban's expansion. They were starving and they'd eat the leg of the lamb of god as soon as it got here.

The leg of the lamb of god did get get there, it was immense, this gathering of poor Christians on the Liffey was the founding of Christchurch Cathedral. It also marked the founding of F.X.Buckley's, nobody had ever imagined that the leg of the lamb of god was that big, thirty of them, white aprons and hack saws.

Anyway, when all the poor fuckers were distracted and shitting up the streets of the city with their greasy lamb arses the rich fuckers done a legger down southside to get away from the smell. They never came back.