
If you’ve been following me and my recent dining escapades lately, you probably know I’ve been on a bit of a soup-related kick the past few days as I work through this strange bug that I picked up ever since I touched that glowing rock from outer space received my Covid booster shot.
Continuing down that path, I craved some good old-fashioned Irish cooking and, since my original pick was a little too far away at the moment, I decided on McNellie’s Public House, 1100 N. Classen Dr., instead, which, thankfully, had a few warm bowls of soup available to help heal whatever it is that’s been slowly destroying my system from the inside.
My friend and I—along with my trusty canine Sean, of course—decided on stopping by there last weekend after a trip to the Midtown Mutts dog park, where Sean always seems to want to go to until we get there, then he sticks by my side the entire time. But, once we got to McNellie’s, he was apparently the belle of the ball as one person after another had to pet my good boy.
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