The problem with the Blarney Stone is that there are too many specials.
At first glance, a double stack burger is a temptation, but then I go inside and I find myself staring wide-eyed at the treasures of the sacred steam table.
These days, the Blarney Stone has incorporated an international flair.
Jerk chicken at the Blarney Stone? Who knew?
The choices are dizzying, yet I always return to what I know is reliable.
Corned beef on rye.
And I have no regrets.
Let the madness begin.
Fried Neck Bones...and some home fries 