So gordonzola was in town yesterday, and we were discussing dinner, knowing that, with the holiday and all, there would be lots of places to avoid. I suggested one of my favorite places, and G. seemed somewhat less than enthusiastic. I described it in greater detail. G. still underwhelmed. Finally he said, “But I thought you wanted to avoid St. Patrick’s Day? Why do you want to go to Lucky Houlihan’s?”

Then I revealed the restaurant’s real name — an unlikely combination of words, unless you have somewhat obscure and retro musical taste — and light dawned.

Dinner was good, too.

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