Well, with St. Patrick’s Day 2013
fading into memories I thought I would mention something that gnaws at me.
“Irish” Restaurants, Bars, Pubs, etc…………..
Simply slapping Irish into your name doesn’t make it so.
It’s a pet peeve that I am willing to let it go so long as the beer is cold and
the food is reasonably good. But fer
fook’s sake, try not to be ignorant will you.
Being Irish will drive you damn near mad, politics in Northern
Ireland will provide you the car and the
chauffer for your trip. My maternal side comes from county Fermanagh. I have learned enough about the history and politics to know that it makes the U.S. House of Representatives
look like it is staffed by geniuses.
So imagine by chagrin when I walked into the local
establishment that claims the “Irish” moniker for itself and found the
following drink on the menu:
“Black and Tan”
Are you for real?
When you were slappin’ those Dublin
road signs on the wall alongside the Guinness advertisements and the tri-color
did you think it might be a good idea to open a damn history book and make sure
you weren’t insulting half the damn population?
Ignorance, it’s what makes the world livable for fools.
Oh wait, the barmaid just made a pretty shamrock in my pint………
all is forgiven.
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