James Joyce

After the first visit of snow-zilla last month, we could hardly wait to get out and check the condition of the roads and sidewalks. Both were horrible, but the lovely folks at Harbor East managed to clear the walkways enough for the Sunday brunch crowd.

Here was our first sight walking out of the Legg Mason garage...

We went to one of our favorite bars, James Joyce Irish Pub, for some grub. Problem is, we rarely went there for anything but a libation and small munchies.

The black and tan was awesome, as usual.

And so was the Irish coffee!
But the traditional Irish breakfast? Hmm...lacking.


Eggs? Check. Beans? Check. Roasted tomato? Check. Black and white pudding? Check.

But look at the bottom of the plate. Do you see it? A McDonald's looking hash brown. What?!?! An Irish pub serving an over-fried, tasteless hash brown patty? For shame.

Good thing you keep me coming back with your pints, Mr. Joyce. Good thing.