That's not a weapon, as you might guess. It's a drink. You start with a glass of Guinness. Fill a shot glass with equal parts Jameson and Bailey's. Drop the shot glass into the Guinness. Stir rapidly. Then chug.
Yeah, that's why they call it a Car Bomb. I became acquainted with this delicacy earlier today at Four Green Fields, an authentic Irish pub just on the edge of downtown Tampa. It was the place to be this St. Patrick's Day afternoon. Despite the fact that I stopped hanging out in Irish pubs abou ten years ago, one thing is constant. They still sing those same dozen or so songs. Whiskey in the Jar. Finnegan's Wake. The Wild Rover. Some things never change.
The barmaid's name was Ashley. The lilt of Irish laughter was sweet counterpoint to the rowdy band in the corner. She kept her cool admirably when someone asked for a Corona. "No, sorry, we don't carry that." But when the high-fashion Barbie doll walked in, clearely out of her element, and ordered a Mai Tai, she was helpless. "What's a Mai Tai?"
Which of course begs the question - who orders a Mai Tai in an Irish pub on St. Patrick's Day or any other day of the year?
My Brianna would have been right at home at this great party. The music, the laughter, the Guinness flowing like a babbling brook over green Irish fields. So if you can't go to Ireland, you can always find a corner bar or a good book to replicate the experience for you.
Try BRIANNA'S MAGIC. You'll be glad you did something Irish today.
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