What, it’s not quite St. Paddy’s Day yet?!? The Irish are already out and about, green garb and red hair and the pot of gold standard, even early as in this afternoon. The classic, Irish laden and ladeled out like corn beef, St. Paul parade is in the books, as per the just-hit-the-newsstands Irish Gazette, (find them, via me, at 17 western Wisconsin locations near you), but it is still 5 O’Clock somewhere, actually more like 4 p.m. Sunday in New Richmond as per the coming time of their own decades-long-annual city parade. So there is a wee bit of time left (my Irish folk I hope will forgive the overuse of the term) to again, as another overused term, get your Irish out. With it falling on a Sunday, that makes for a full three-day party.
What until then? Paddy Ryan’s Pub and Boxty House (both) in downtown River Falls kicks it into high as in highlands gear tonight, that being Saturday, (always have to specify), with their latest music offering, from the Chris Silver band, which is bluegrass enough as to be close to being Irish, (lilt and maybe lyrics compared). They are iconic, as per Irish and beyond, so get it going early. Bloody Mary’s on Sunday can wait. Irish whiskey can’t. But you can return for Irish grub on the next day.
Over at Johnnie’s a Gospel Choir singer was kickin’ it from the corner stage, and one of his mates was appreciatively listening at the first table sitting in front, in another pre-party. Come Sunday at 5 p.m. at the Wild Badger up in New Richmond, there would be a single deejay on from then until close. That’s a lot of hours to put in, much like an old Irish farmer. At the parade an hour before, a couple of newbies to New Richmond planned to take it in, not yet a couple in a complete sense, but gathering over the Irish in becoming so.
Which brings me to such divinity, as this is a more-or-less sacred Sunday, at Devine’s Liquors on the north end of River Falls, down or up, depending on how you take it, from Paddy Ryan’s. They are known for their Irish spirits, as per the-above-mentioned whiskey, although they may be sold out right now. So keep your St. Pat’s Day rager going, and thus continue it forward, by hitting them up when they are fully restocked. And while there, check out the latest copy of the Irish Gazette, letting all know what’s going on as such in these parts and across the pond with Irish politics and more, which is as interesting as here. And filling up its back page, full page, as such pages are a thing, see a dealie of what Charlie’s Pub in Stillwater has to offer, as the 17th comes to fore.
Irish grub at a Sub House? They have a sandwich board for such sandwiches, at their downtown Hudson location, and right now you will find their staple of the holiday, featuring (noted as warm) both sauerkraut and corned beef, also noted as you’re getting two portions. So forego potato famine.
But from it, out and about, and thin as a wisp and sporting the famously orange-red hair, are the Irish lasses, to be seen at places from bars (and crossing the streets across traffic to get to them), to convenience and grocery stores to get cabbage to yes, WalMart and especially Target, flooding as one out the door and its turnstyles, I think. At a local coffee shop where I happened to be, again, just prior to high noon, dropping off some Irish Gazettes, I saw in line in front of me a lass with such decorated hair. She was being waited on by another with such look, bobs on top and all, and then venturing past with her cup of Joe in hand fresh from the grinder was a third, who, and I just had to ask this, said she was indeed Irish. I had spotted her when first coming in the double-edged front door. And so it goes, just prior to This Day.
If this was another year — and I will help out the local Chambers of Commerce — we would be seeing the stamp-card promotion for area businesses, Irish and less so, where if you filled out all 31 days of March, in its Ides, you would get a prize. Not getting far away from our now chilly temps by going to the Bahamas, mind you, but still cool indeed.
Despite that, I did spy a single sprout of clover with a trio of buds springing from a crack in the sidewalk in front of one of those businesses, a foot from the wall, back early in the month already, with many more to come. And now as I look out my window into the dawn of St. Patrick’s Day, there are a wee bit of snow flurries being blown about by the wind. I realize this prose is all a little much, and laid on thick, but hey, it is St. Pat’s Day!