Wednesday is St. Patrick's Day. As such, I lose my husband to O'Finnigan's Pub for the evening. Not because he'll be slugging down green beer and corned beef, but because he'll be keeping the idiots in line who are slugging down green beer and corned beef. Welcome to the glamorous life of a bouncer.
So the menu is Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Sunday night's dinners (Saturdays, again, on my own, lose him to the thrill of dealing with drunkards).
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