Sunday Fun Day

NANNY O'BRIEN'S IRISH PUB
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How I spent Sunday afternoon
By J. Alton Simpletary

So, like you know, I'm a Giants fan. And, like you also know, I live in DC. This can sometimes present a problem, because I can't always watch the Giants games here at home. This problem, though, induces a wonderful solution, which I have used several times, but only today was it given a name: Sunday Fun Day. (Is that a run-on sentence?)

The name comes courtesy of John, the dude that Tone and I met at Nanny O'Brien's Irish pub. He had been in the neighborhood to go to the grocery store, and decided to stop in to Nanny's grab a beer. Tone and I were already there, drinking light beer and watching the Giants beat the Rams. We had each had a drink or two, and we were thinking of ordering some food (the menu advertised "one pound" of chicken wings, but I actually only got 6) when John sat down a couple stools away from us.

This story could go on for a long time, and I'm not sure how compellingly I can write about getting pretty drunk at a pretty great bar in the early afternoon on a Sunday before stumbling home, "napping," and making mashed potatoes. Nanny O'Briens was pretty quiet, the food wasn't really anything exciting (Tone had a pretty good salad), but the bartenders were really cool and so were the people there. If you live in DC and want a fun day on a Sunday, Nanny's may be the place for you.