The newscasters are calling it “a killer storm.” But, so far, I have survived this Nor’easter unscathed but a bit wet. Thanks to the kindness of strangers, I had a relatively lovely evening at my favorite Long Island, NY, Irish restaurant: Molly Malone’s.
Having been beaten up and blown around Saturday in trying to get from my Fire Island house to the ferry to Bay Shore, Long Island, I so looked forward to the St. Patrick’s Day parade on Main Street. Didn’t happen. At the restaurant, power was in and out and in and out until it finally decided on OUT. But, folks at the bar shared the food that made it out of the kitchen before OUT. They generously gave me warm bread and steamed mussels. The band arrived four hours late and after a couple of minutes decided it could not play without electricity. Whatever happened to accoustics and accapella? The wait staff was creative and placed candles all around. So even if you were not part of the Sweet 16 Party for a young lady that was going on above the bar, you had a rather festive evening. And, for those who wanted it, a rather romantic evening. I shared good conversation with people at the bar -- and good conversation is a rare thing these days, isn’t it?
Eventually I made it back to my relatively OK motel, which did have electricity, and I enjoyed food I’d brought from Molly’s: a nice salad and an Irish Lamb Stew.
Should I call this the luck of the Irish part of my black heritage?
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