Happy St. Patrick's Day. Or as my buddy's father calls it "Amateur Hour." This is definitely the worst weekend to drink in Philly each year. Every bar will be so packed that crowds will be spilling out into the streets. Guys in tuxes and green hats will be roaming the streets looking for any excuse to get into a fight. And people from Jersey will literally be bussed in and taken from bar to bar by special charter busses.
Fortunately, the beer fridge in our basement is still pretty much stocked and I now have all the ingredients to make both chili and cupcakes.