The straw is wide, the shake is thick, the temperature chilly, but not freezing. I pull on the straw and the bright green column rises.
Hold on. Bright green? A bright green shake? Heck yeah! It's St. Patrick's Month.
Shamrock Shakes are here. I've had an odd relationship with the Shamrock Shake. I remember thinking they were kinda gross when I was younger. Mint in a shake? And it's not exactly mint, either. There are faint hints of chocolate and vanilla, even a very slight sassafrass taste in the mix. Maybe it's part of the recipe, maybe it's because they don't clean the shake nozzle very well between flavors. I don't know.
Later, as my taste buds developed (or numbed, if you prefer), I developed an appreciation for the genius of Uncle O'Grimacey and the fruits of his labors. Now, I look forward to Darby O'Gill and the Little People and Shamrock Shakes every March.
After I've had my Shamrock Shake, I like to do a little dance.