From O'Neils (at one point)

I wrote this post while at lunch, but then my internet died. I know that I promised an update for last night (my time), but my bad, at least I started it, right?

So I promised an update, here's some pictures for you, the "adoring" fans.

Right now I'm in a pub off Regent St. in London called O'Neills A Taste of Ireland. My taste of Ireland was a BBQ Chicken Chiabata, who'da known that came from the Micks? Imagine, if you will, your average pub, soccer (footboll) pictures on the wall, loads of english accents, and the bartender singing along to Natalie Imbruglia's Torn. That, friends, is O'Neills.

Anyway, here's what you came for. Presenting: Stockholm:

Stockholm

After a long, long day of walking, I sat down to eat dinner at another O'Neills location, as I was so impressed with the first. I sat down and ordered another taste of Ireland, a BBQ Chicken Burger with Bacon. After finishing my meal I found a group of Americans from Portland University (one from "Northern" Tacoma, no less), but I'll save that for my London-Roundup, to be written tomorrow on the train au Paris.

Tomorrow I'll also do some commentary on these pictures, some are rather deep (such as the statue of the friar with a pegion sitting on his head). If you don't see the album here, hit up the website directly (http://www.notjoelshapiro.com/).

-Joel Out.