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My wife's folks came over for a visit in 1984. We took them up to Lake Tahoe, among other places. On the way into Tahoe we saw a restaurant called Carlos Murphy's and decided to take them there for supper. Her dad really enjoyed the menu. His favorite item was the traditional Irish lunch. 6 potato skins and a pint of beer.
 
My wife's folks came over for a visit in 1984. We took them up to Lake Tahoe, among other places. On the way into Tahoe we saw a restaurant called Carlos Murphy's and decided to take them there for supper. Her dad really enjoyed the menu. His favorite item was the traditional Irish lunch. 6 potato skins and a pint of beer.
I remember Carlos Murphy's in Sacramento and Luigi Murphy's in Stockton! It looks like Carlos Murphy's is operating out of other restaurant kitchens today: https://www.carlosmurphys.com/1030-2/
 
I’ll admit if I ask, I pay that’s just how I was raised. “You ask, you pay.” Now, if it’s a “hey let’s go” kind of thing and she is adorable, sweet or simply nice enough to say “Yes” I will still pay! I love treating women like the wonderful beings that they are. Without them, We would not be here.
 
The second time I went out to dinner with my now wife, she insisted on paying. I quit arguing with women then & there. She wants an equal say in our marriage and has always pulled her weight. Can't ask for more.
My first date out with my "then to be" wife, I forgot my wallet. And wouldn't ya know we were out to dinner when I went for it? :D So it was wash dishes or suck it up and ask her
 
Reminds me of when Miriam pulled about 30 porcupine quills out of my a$$. One of our dogs loved to chase down the spiny critters. I'd just finished pulling over 200 quills out of her muzzle when a customer pulled up (I was in the process of rebuilding the shop so was working out of my garage at the time). After I finished writing a work order, I sat on the step up to the front room to take off my greasy boots, forgetting about the quills I'd stacked there as I removed them from the dog. I sat on the pile. OUCH! I thought the pain was bad but it was nothing compared to having them pulled out. Never figured out why the damn dog loved them so much.
 
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