Well, that is some cold wind outside. Nothing like walking into a warm bar when it’s freezing out, and thawing yourself from the inside and outside at the same time… we have the stuff to help with that, and some food besides, so come on down and let the feeling creep back into your face.
“My Thighs are Cold”
My thighs are cold.
As is the pucked sag of my belly,
a cool appendage hanging like
a symbiotic twin from my waist,
with two sons-worth of skin stretch.
My fingers are cold.
As are my toes, their ten plus ten
equalling twenty long digits
that grapple at warmth with
a cadaver’s marblous grip.
Until my morning bed.
There, heat oozes like piety
to every cranny, making
a smug bitch of me, a pup
languishing in self-made heat.
–Nuala Ní Chonchúir
Food Specials
Just one this weekend, and only on Saturday and Sunday or till gone. An Irish Takeout Treat-→
Spice Bag: Fried Chicken Pieces, Fries, Scallions, Peppers, tossed in Chinese Spice Mix, served with curry sauce. — $13
