St Paddy's Day has been rather lackluster for me in years past, but a parishioner said, "Hey, I hear there's a great band playing around lunch time at this pub called 'Griffins.' Whattaya think?" Well, we went, and we had a fantastic time. I mean, I was thoroughly happy with having gone, and I ate one of their cabbage dogs and drank a couple IPA's. Yes, I know, Guinness is the official beer of Irish anything, but even Guinness, I hear, is changing it up a bit in these days of evolving palates.
The music was really great, and the pretty fiddler would periodically drop her instrument to start clogging, or river-dancing, or both if they're the same. Then the customers would do likewise on the little dance-floor. The rest of us would clap or stomp, sip our beer, and smile constantly. The gals that work here are attractive and attentive; the food, slightly slow in coming but hits the spot the way it's intended when it does arrive. I stayed about two hours and left feeling like I had a wonderful St. Paddy's experience, and I couldn't wait to get home to get my corned beef on. I only wish this place was closer, but I must say that there is a strong Irish customer base, as I found myself talking to many strangers who identified as such, and isn't everyone Irish on this day?? I might just make this place a regular haunt. Thumbs up Griffins, and "Sláinte!"
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