We went to get some dinner at a pub and have our first pint of real Guinness. We saw the lovely pub called Smyth's right down the road. It looked like a good enough place:
We got in, and found out that their kitchen was already closed. We left disappointed, but intent on returning later in the evening, because, dammit we are in the place that every American defines by drinking. We went to the Gourmet Burger Company, which was very good. All the food was locally sourced! I could turn the menu over and see the name and place that the beef or lamb farmer was. It was a very nice thing to stumble upon. I don't think I'll have the money to find that type of food very often though. I had a lamb burger with coriander relish. It was delicious and as big as the Giant's Causeway.
So, filled with delicious lamb, we went back to Smyth's Pub, ready for our first REAL Guinness. Ready for the banter of the Irish people, the smooth head on the dark beer, and the good comraderie I had in Jenna and my roommates Victor and Ethan. Good thing we only had to be 18 to drink in Ireland. WRONG. The sign posted above the bar: Only 21 Plus Served. IDs Needed.
What the hell?!? I thought I came here so that I could drink (legally) before I was 21. That wasn't the reason I came here, but definitely a perk. The first feckin pub I hit won't serve me. Shit.
Luckily, as we left we saw the next storefront over. It was called Humphrey's Grocer. Here's the thing, it wasn't a grocer. It was a pub. Next to a pub. It was like Oshkosh, WI, only not so slimy. So we had our first pint at Humphrey's
I know, I was moving during the pic. Shut up.
I walked Jenna to her hostel and watched the curry and halal shops close up on the way back. There are crazy amounts of them, and shops in general.
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