My Godfather grew up in Ireland during the early 1900s, way after the potato famine. At the time, Ireland was a huge producer of salted beef. But meat was unaffordable for the majority of the Irish, including my Godfather. Potatoes were the main staple at his house. Times were hard and he worked hard. He lived well into his 80s. A tribute to his solid upbringing, despite the hard drinking. Here was one of his favorite toasts:

"Here's to the land of the shamrock so green. Here's to the ones we love dearest and most. May God bless old Ireland, that's this Irishman's toast!"

My friends and I miss our stand-by tavern on Mercer Street, in Seattle. Jake O'Shaughnessy was located across from the Seattle Center and housed in an older natural red brick building vacated by the Hanson's Baking Company. The interior was refurbished with brass, marble, and dark wood decor. The singing bartenders were a hit, but the one-dollar hot Irish coffees topped with cold, foamy cream, served in a clear glass were the best.
Following our annual tradition, we'll celebrate with a home-cooked corned beef, cabbage, and carrots. Our home bartender will whip up a few Irish coffees while he sings Irish melodies.

Slainte!