Corned beef

The last two years running, Crockett and I have done something of a pub crawl in our little town on St. Patty’s Day. We start at the Old Louisville Inn, which is an Irish-ish pub (you know, the place I get green chili – that sounds Irish, right?), and then meander around town, piling on the Guinness at each stop.

This year we met some friends for a late Indian food lunch, and may or may not have fallen asleep afterwards. Have I mentioned that I love spring break?

Our ill timed nap put us well into the happy hour, and OLI was standing room only.

Fortunately, the Waterloo was there for us.

I made the mistake of running to the ATM and asking Crockett to order me a drink.

I arrived to brew and a dew.

A beer and a shot of Tullamore Dew whiskey.

I did not drink the shot.

I gave it to a nice man down the bar.

Do you see the bartender’s tie?

Mmm. Guinness.

We had these little corned beef sliders.

I’m glad we had them.

I think I can wait until next year to have more.

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