He shook his head. "I'm from a time before grocery stores and shops. If a person wanted meat, they might go to a butcher or hunt for themselves."
A grocery store seemed a luxury even now, after all his time in Madison Valley: a luxury he was sometimes loath to always rely on.
The name sounded familiar, but less the name and what it sounded like. "Víkingaló," He repeated, his norse accent even more prominent. "Atleast, that's what it used to be called. There were stories of Viking raiders settling there, it's where I learned to speak their language."
By now he'd read that most of Ireland was Roman Catholic: he wondered if any were aware just how many of the settlements there were of Norse origin.