Last night, in an effort to avoid green beer-swilling crowds, John and I went to an Italian place for dinner. We were sitting at the bar, contentedly munching our gnocchi, when the doors of the restaurant opened and in marched a group of bagpipers and a drummer. They marched into the restaurant playing, stopped in the middle of the floor and knocked out 5 or 6 songs, and marched back out. They were actually very very good, and it was the perfect dose of St. Patrick’s day spirit- fun music, no drunk frat boys. As I turned back to my plate of pasta and my arugula salad, I had to smile. Chicago is a fun town on days like St. Patrick’s Day. Weird, yes – since one would not really expect an Italian restaurant to be on the bagpipers list of hot St. Patty’s day spots – but fun.
Now that’s pretty funny. Do you think it’s the bag-pipers way of saying poo poo to the Italians who really don’t have a similarly celebrated holiday here in the states?
At least it was not the drunken frat boys!
Will the Italians go into the Irish bars tomorrow for St. Joseph’s day? Talk about a cross cultural experience.
Oh, I would have just LOVED that!
That does sound fun. I might clap and dance if that happens to me, of course I’ll be peachy if I start doing so :p
Chicago is a great city in general. We need to visit soon.
i wish i had had a liiiiitle more irish in my celebrations yesterday! we went to a mexican restaurant to avoid the standing-room-only-frat-boy scene… but… wah. i missed the bagpipes