Top o’ the mornin’ to ye, me fine lads and lassies! Me latest adventure in blog form has a three-fold purpose: 1.) It’s St. Patrick’s Day, 2.) I wanted to try a Shamrock Shake for the first time, and 3.) I wanted to see if the foul, 20-year-old rumor about Shamrock Shakes becoming, uh, Shamrock Sh*ts was true.
I figured that since McDonald’s is an Irish name, and heck — EVERYONE’S heard of a Shamrock Shake — that it’d be a slam-dunk finding one in San Diego. I was flat-out wrong. Last week Darlene and I visited and/or called a dozen McDonald’s in the area and the response — invariably — was “A what?“
What blarney was this? No Shamrock Shakes in San Diego? Are all San Diego McDonald’s employing a bunch of Irish-haters?!? Well, I went online and started hunting for any information regarding the Shamrock Shake. Maybe they were discontinued? I admit it has been a decade (at least) since seeing the elusive emerald dessert, in menu or commercial form. Well, it looked like it was easier to find a snake in Dublin than to find a shake in America.
At the same time, a contemporary of Darlene’s had found treasure at the end of the rainbow! All was not lost — Shamrock Shakes exist! In my excitement I nearly spilled me pint of Guinness on me buckled shoes!
What luck! We ended up finding an establishment that sold the green-hued dairy beverage, except it was in… Orange County! Oh, the irony! So Sunday morning, Darlene and I jumped in me car and drove 88 miles north to a McDonald’s on Main Street in Irvine. I suppose there might’ve been closer establishments partaking in the seasonal shake but we had other places to visit up there. We went to the counter and ordered a “ahh!”-sized Shamrock Shake.
This was to be me first Shamrock Shake. I peeled off the lid to inspect the contents within. It looked like any regular vanilla shake except it had small green bits of concentrated flavor/dye amid the green swirls. For allegedly being “triple-thick,” it wasn’t… unless McDonald’s is comparing the Shamrock Shake to milk. Unsure of how it would taste, I took a mid-sized swig… and it was magically delicious!
As Uncle O’Grimacey promised years ago, it indeed had a minty flavor and it was far-less intense than I was expecting. Searching for more flavor, I took a few more quick draws and OW! Brain freeze! I was screaming like a banshee! What’s good for the goose is good for the gander, and I passed the shake to Darlene (it was her first Shamrock Shake as well). Her reaction: “Manly, yes, but I like it too.”
Now, my intent was to buy two or three of these shakes and test the urban legend about the “Shamrock Sh*t” that would haunt the toilet the next day… but alas I can attest that it is as much folklore as the Will O’the Wisp. Still….
So Happy St. Patrick’s Day, all! Be sure to wear some green, eat some corned beef & cabbage and celebrate the day as an ethnic stereotype!