Monday, March 17, 2008

When Irish Eyes are Smiling

Happy St. Paddy's Day. I'm neither celebrating like my forefathers (and parents) by going to mass, nor am I going the Americanized route and eating American corned beef (gross-- should have known when I was a kid that it's not even remotely Irish, but rather from a Jewish dish from good ol' NY) and cabbage (cooked? double-gross) and drinking until I puke. I think, however, due to my cold, a finger of Jameson's is purely medicinal, right? :)

Both the Irish restaurant downstairs and the Irish pub directly across the street were already well past capacity and overflowing into the streets at 6pm. I can't typically hear crowded parties up this high and not facing the street... that is, until the bagpipes and bass drum showed up as I was coming back to my building from a quick errand. Oy vey. (or, is it "O'Vey" today? Heh).

On a WEEKDAY (and a work day, at that), we have the largest St. Patrick's Day parade in the world. Only in New York... any excuse for a party and creative cocktails. Whiskytini anyone?

Slainte!

1 comment:

Diary of an Irish Woman said...

Hear Hear! I'll join you for a whiskey but mines also got cream aka baileys. Yum.