I decided to switch the rules this St. Patrick's Day. Forget green beer or drunken debauchery; No yelling nor singing The Irish Rover at the top of my lungs; Not even a kelly green shirt (though I did wear my wee green shoes). Nope, this year was Royal Tenenbaum meets Edward Doheny in the walls of the Los Angeles Athletic Club where we feasted on homemade potato dumplings, corned beef and salmon pastrami. He drank a Harp and I sipped a Grasshopper. It was an Irish celebration indeed.