Root Beer Rag

***This is more of a scrapbook post, and not super interesting and lacking any photos of my sweet baby. The grammar is definitely wonky as well. If you keep reading and decide "wow, this is boring (and poorly written)," please remember you were warned!***

In Pensacola, there is a place that is like no other. The walls are covered in money, its tradition to kiss the moose, and the food and service are impeccable. If you live nearby, you have surely heard of it and probably eaten there. Of course, I am talking about McGuire's Irish Pub.

Last night, my parents insisted that husband and I take a night off from adoring our sweet little baby and remember what it is to be a couple. Funny, but in four short months, our lives have turned upside down and I don't know what to do when I am not cleaning up barf kissing chubby cheeks. So, for our night off, Mr Darling treated me to an amazing, fun, and happy experience.

Now, McGuire's specialities are "Feasting, Imbibery, and Debauchery", but Mr Darling and I limited our experiences to Feasting. And Imbibing, if you count their home brewed root beer. Being totally honest, it rivals Brick Oven. And it is served in a chilled, glass mug. We felt so irish...

We also tried the Irish Boxtys. According to the McGuire's menu:

"Boxty on the griddle, Boxy in the pan; If you can't make Boxty, you'll never get a man."

Basically, they are breaded, fried balls of cheesy mashed potatoes. And they are darn good.

There was the obligatory bagpiper. He played a few songs. Luckily, he didn't play the whole time. It was hard to hear anything with the very very loud music. But it was definitely fun to hear!

Then, of course, the highlight of the trip was the steak. So so yummy! It is the best steak in the entire world. And it was fun to be able to actually enjoy it.

I love my little baby, but it was really nice to take a quiet moment with my husband and enjoy the ambience of the local irish pub. Dollar bills hanging from the ceiling and all.