It’s St. Patrick’s Day tomorrow in St. Paul, and for the first time since moving downtown, the drinking holiday falls on a weekend.
Other St. Paul St. Patty’s Day experiences: Last year I was on a police ride-along up in Circle Pines and Lexington because I thought things might be crazy or my cop would bust a drunk or two. Turned into quiet night, went home at 10 p.m.
Year before I think it was nice out – but not this nice – it was around 40 degrees and a Wednesday night. On a quick jog some group of rabble-rousers were carousing on what looked to be a Vulcan firetruck down Kellogg Boulevard. Yeah it wasn’t winter carnival time, but the Vulcan have fun year-round.
So what the/where the heck should I do/go this year? I’m wary of the suburban hordes who will surely descend on West Seventh. Yesterday Eagle Street Grill had two large outside tents set up in what was its parking lot, now designated for green beer consumption. A sign at the door said it was 2-for-1s all day in the tent. That was Thursday. Might be a different deal Saturday, when area bars make enough money on one day of sales to sustain themselves for the next three months alone.
How about something low-key? Will the former Gallivan’s, now American Burger Bar, outfit itself into a makeshift Irish pub? What will Kelly’s Depot look like in deep Lowertown? Low-key might be nowhere to be found Saturday.
But yet, thank you, suburban hockey hordes. Your one day of downtown patronage will keep my favorite walking distance restaurants and pubs open for hopefully the foreseeable future.