Some years ago the Irish tourist board hosted me on what amounted to a two-week pub crawl of the Emerald Isle. It proved highly educational, for as five or six pints were poured down my throat each afternoon and evening, I gradually became acculturated to those frankly difficult bitter, charry notes of Guinness – and to love that fabulously long drawn-out bartender’s pouring ritual.
from Olivia W’s Blog Rss http://www.stuff.co.nz/91775587/Restaurant-review-Jack-Hacketts-Irish-Pub-in-Wellington
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