Irish Stew
Were any of you lucky enough to celebrate St. Patrick's Day last week with a warm cosy bowl of Irish Stew? While taking my morning walk into town I saw this man chilling in a pot as the chef lit the fire under him just outside the pub. Of course I reserved a foot and a bowl of stew for lunch, so I came back a few hours later and the chef served me a bowl of the delicious thick stew with a slow-cooked tender foot. With it came a small card with information about the man, and yes, he was indeed Irish. As a failed athlete in his late 20s, he was sold by his coach to a male meat agency and was certainly put to good use. By the time I was done eating, all that was left of him were bones scattered around on the plates of customers in the pub. I would eat him again if I could...
They even had another specimen for the stew to be served for dinner. I heard him trying to get out of it jokingly, when I was passing outside the kitchen to get to the toilet. I asked the cooks if I could have a look at him and they were very nice about it. They suggested I come for dinner too, so I invited some friends to have some pints and celebrate St. Patrick's Day the proper way, while enjoying some authentic delicious Irish stew. Let's just say my friends and I ended up eating up both legs of his and an arm...
