Belated St. Paddy's Day Post (60/100)

There must be some law that every city with more than 500,000 residents, anywhere on earth, is required to have an "Irish Pub." The qualifications for being an "Irish Pub" are being named with a stereotypical Irish name, and serving Guinness on tap. Everything else is negotiable. For example, Paddy Whelan's, in Riga's old town, is the place to go if you want a pint and some delicious Indian food. Nothing compliments a Guinness like a Chicken Vindaloo, just like the Gaelic forefathers intended. I'm not complaining; it really is a pretty good Vindaloo. And for St. Patrick's day they had an Irish-y band and a crew of Irish step dancing enthusiasts, and the bar was as crowded as you ever see a bar in these recession-wracked days in Latvia.

(Apologies for the tardiness of this post to anyone who cares. It should have gone up yesterday, but we had to go to an event after work, which slid right into socializing, which slid right into a hangover this morning. Oh, well.)