I’d been craving a burger all week, and I stealthily ordered one last night at McSorley’s. Since Laurel got hurt and can’t run the Boston Marathon on Monday, we had a beer marathon instead. What does that entail? Drinking 26.2 of their beers. (They’re half-pints, so a bitÂ smaller than a normal beer…) Although I am usually fiercely competitive, I am glad I lost this one. Also, I did not eat all the fries. I had lots of help with them.