Today (just in case you live under a rock and didn’t already look around you) is/was St. Patrick’s Day. My grand idea was to go on a lunch date with SuperDad at my favorite Irish pub downtown, so for the past two days, I’ve been thinking Guinness, Guinness, Guinness! At noon we walked into the pub which was, of course, standing room only. For some inexplicable reason, I had not connected lunchtime with party time when it comes to Irish pubs. After all, the big parade was on Saturday and this was a work day, right? Someone should have reminded me that Limerick, Ireland is one of our sister cities. Dreams of sitting down and eating lunch at the pub were, for today, dashed against the very bar we couldn’t get near enough to touch.
In his glass-half-full voice, my dh suggested we go to a different place just around the corner. Happily, they had plenty of available tables and advertisements of Guinness plastered on the door. We had a much quieter lunch (fish’n’chips, minus the chips, plus a salad) and a pint apiece. Our lunch date was saved. And even better, we agreed to go out for lunch at O’Doherty’s on a less festive day in the near future. They have excellent Reuben sandwiches and skilled builders when it comes to a proper pint of Guinness.
Since I was at a baby shower on Saturday, I won’t be able to show you the sights from the parade — and I neglected to take a picture of the shamrocks painted on the city streets and sidewalks. But I did note that the water looked rather green as it raced pell-mell, tumble-bumble over the lower falls.
The Upper Falls weren’t too shabby, either, although they didn’t look green to me:
I made a short video so you can listen to the roar of the water here:
St. Patrick’s Day at Riverfront Park [please click on the link]
Raise the beverage of your choice and join me in saying: Sláinte!