Monday, October 26, 2009
I pulled a muscle in one of my famous soccer legs. Hurts a bit, but it got me thinking. There used to be a restaurant/bar on Danforth called "The Pride of Erin." It was a bit of a dive and its unofficial name was "The Puddle of Urine." Still, it can't be denied that they served the most excellent mussels: fresh (more or less) from the east coast, and pulled from their shells we swallowed them whole.
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Five sentences. Five freakin' sentences.
I admire your bravery in eating mussels at a place deserving of a name incorporating bodily waste.
The food was fine but the regulars were yobs. And despite the (real) name of the place, there was nothing remotely Irish about it. Just the usual boneheaded Canucks.
I'm with IB.
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