<--bday boy with girls in green
Not only was it st paddy's day but santo's birthday as well - a combination that meant the parma people were staying in colorno to hang out and celebrate, at least until the last bus.
i guess an earlier allergy prohibited me from enjoying this tradition, but guinness and oysters always remind me of this cheesey postcard that unappealingly pictures the two and states "an irish breakfast." bohoho. but it really was a delightful pair! everyone was in the irish spirit, drinking guinness and harp
on tap, wearing green, and teaching the europeans how to chug irish car bombs. the ostrichi di bretagna francia (oysters from brittany france) were HUGE, floating in their ocean juices on the half shell before we slurped and had that fresh seaweed and drizzled lemon flavor drip down our chins. the bartender, and now friend, taught us how to shuck oysters - make sure the oyster knife is inserted where the muscle is. and another french guy showed me how to spot a bad oyster - don't eat it if it smells weird and is dry. and yes, march does have an "r" in it.
slurp naema, slurp arina, and slurp naama
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