It’s Saint Patrick’s Day; you know the drill.
Now, personally I’m not in favor of cramming into pubs, bars, taverns, tents and watering holes of any persuasion with more than the fire-code-allotted number of complete strangers wearing paper leprechaun hats and pretending to talk like bogtrotters. (I am of the opinion that New Year’s Eve and Saint Patrick’s Day are when all the amateur drinkers come out.) But if that makes you happy…
And I confess that I’m not a fan of Irish (whiskey), I loathe Guinness and I draw the line at any variety of beer dyed green.
However, if I could find a nice pint of Smithwick’s…
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