It’s that time of the year again, when my feet start tapping in vaguely remembered dance patterns, my hair feels redder than it has since I was a teenager and Guinness seems a perfectly reasonable drink to have with breakfast.
Of course, I mean St. Patrick’s Day.
Speaking of things Irish, things I’ve missed are the two Irish shops that used to be here. When I was still only visiting Frederick , I’d stop by the one at Everedy Square (now housing Aspire) and the one up Market Street (where the new General Store is) and pick up a few things and to talk with the proprietors.
Another thing I’ve totally missed is the Teelin show at the Weinberg. I’m bummed. Since my bad knees won’t let me dance like that, I’d have surely liked to watch others do so. Another time, I guess.
Everybody’s a little bit Irish on St. Patrick’s, so it’s been said, and all sorts of stereotypes of Irishness leap to the fore, particularly drunkenness. I’m sure the after-hours crowd leaving the bars will be extra loud and obnoxious over the holiday week. I’d almost be willing to bet that few of those folks actually are of Irish descent.
Anyway, as St. Patrick’s is both in honor of the fellow that brought Christianity to Eire (driving out the snakes, too – so the story goes) and in honor of Irish heritage, I figure I’ll celebrate by raising a pint (just one!) to the saint and my Emerald Isle ancestors in one of the local pubs.
Maybe I’m being a little self-conscious here, but I’m think I might stand out a wee bit.
To be honest, I haven’t been to either Bushwaller’s, which I’m told is a great Irish pub, or to Patrick’s, the new place on, um, Patrick Street . (Naming coincidence? I think not.)
Back in Central New York, I used to go to Kitty Hoynes and felt completely comfortable. The restaurant and pub are owned and run by an Irishman who often hires several of his many nieces and nephews when they visit from Ireland on their summer breaks. The staff and regulars (most of Irish descent) were friendly and welcoming, almost as though they were meeting new friends rather than just greeting customers. The food was excellent, the atmosphere family-friendly and the music – oh, the music! There was live Irish music every weekend and sometimes during the week, and monthly seisiúns (sessions) when local musicians get together for a traditional Irish jam.
So that’s what I’ve gotten used to. I’m not expecting exactly the same thing here in Frederick , but hope I won’t be too disappointed.