This was the first thing I saw when I walked into Kenny's apartment on St. Patrick's Day morning. Perhaps a little foreshadowing for some.
Corned beef simmering most of the day courtesy of Brandon B. It was gone in about 5 minutes and we were all like vultures.
And of course what day in Downtown Plymouth would be complete without a round (or four) of caps at Kenny's?
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