St. Patricks day called for a taste of summah, as I like to call it. My friends and I started over at the Blind Tiger Ale House for some pints of the Blind Faith. A relaxing walk with some of our favorite herbs to keep us company. Fortified, we headed over to Mary's Fish Shack. Mary was definitly "in the house" when we ordered our perfectly poured pints of Hefe-Weizen, served with chunks of fresh lemon. Reeking of fine herbs brought a giggle from the wait staff. We made our order of lobster rolls. The cordial and smiling wait staff obliged with our delicious lunch, a toasted bun, slicked with butter and that exceptional lobster meat, redolent of the sea. A pile of matchstick "belgian" french fries topped the plate. Originally I thought of the "lobster pot pie" but the day called for summah, not wintah.
Altogether a fine lunch. Guinness' at the cigarette choked Corner Bistro filled the afternoon. A fine day of drunken joy.