Saturday night, a friend invited us to join her at the local Irish pub where her daughter was going to be dancing. With a pint of Tennent's beer, some Welsh Rabbit (no rabbit involved, it is a fancy grilled cheese) and surrounded by friends, the live Irish music could almost convince me I'd traveled across the ocean.
Our town is so lucky to have such a place. We go there frequently, enough that we don't really need a menu. It struck me that it was fortunate a place that has a family pub. The girls dancing in their fancy costumes, clogging shoes and fancy hairpieces were wonderful. There are so few places to go these days "where everybody knows your name".
Ah, I wish our town had a place like that. Sounds like my kind of "little piece of heaven."
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