Irish Power Bombs and Corned Beef

Today is a day of hatred if you had an asshole kid in 4th grade World History. You’d waltz into class like any other Thursday. You were probably talking about how you went to Grenada Lake for Spring Break while your buddy was bragging about how awesome his park hopper pass was at Disney World. While trying to avoid conversation with the weird guy who chronically smelled like Chili Cheese Fritos like he was a leper, you slip a note to the girl that sits behind you in Mississippi Studies. The day seemed normal until you realized that Bully McTrashiness, with his trailer park demonic eyes, was waiting right inside the door for you. Oh crap (yes, crap, because you know you can’t cuss at Bovina Elementary), you forgot to wear a certain hue located between blue and yellow on Mr. Brantley’s color wheel poster.

It’s St. Patrick’s Day. Break out your early ‘90s horror films and the framed four leaf clover your brother “found” in 2nd grade.

Pound a Guinness in between your mandated 15 minute break and your not-so-mandatory online viewing of the early college basketball games today. Be sure to wear your green so you don’t get pinched by a modern day Mr. McTrashiness- this will also prevent a serious body slamming which is sure to ensue.

Eat some corned beef and cabbage. Fake a stomach virus at work around noon, and head on down to the block party of all block parties to see if you can catch a glimpse of the elusive leprechaun.

With the folks from Parasol’s kitchen, as well as a few bartenders, running up one block to the new Tracey’s, this year’s St. Patrick’s Day celebration on 3rd Street will likely be one of the largest block parties New Orleans' Irish Channel has experienced. If the crowd swells to the point of exploding into the rest of the Garden District, and you can’t snag a NOLA Irish Channel Stout or one of those roast beef poboys and gravy-cheese fries from Tracey’s, just do the The Bernie down to The Bulldog for their Porter Fries (chili cheese fries that do serious work). No, I won’t be partaking in the festive green beer flowing from the bar’s infinite Irish taps. Can you imagine what Friday would hold after green food coloring and chili cheese fries.