St. Louis: Tigín Irish Pub

Well, tonight was going to be BBQ night. I had planned and plotted and developed a hankering like you couldn't possibly believe. Only I tired and worn out and didn't really want to have to deal with busses or walking or finding the location that I had read was "easy to miss."

Instead, on my way home from going up the Arch, and then going to Mass at the oldest Catholic church west of the Mississippi, I stopped by Tigín Irish Pub, and I have to say that I'm really glad I did. Never-you-mind that I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast and I could have eaten a horse; their grub was good.

I started with a spinach salad, which came with bacon crumbles, marinated tomato, cheddar cheese, a hard boiled egg, and blue cheese dressing:

The main course was a pulled lamb sandwich, topped with melted cheese, on a toasted baguette, and served with au jus for dippin':

Now this, my friends, is brown bread ice cream. That may sound terrible to you, but I remember the brown bread my (pardon the cliche) off-the-boat Irish grandmother used to make, and I had to try this blend of vanilla ice cream and caramelized brown bread with whipped cream and caramel sauce. Oh. Em. Gee.