“I went to America once.”
“Oh yeah, where’d you go? It’s a big country,” I said, stating the obvious in my jet-lagged state.
“VEGAS.” The eyes of my cab driver from the airport in Dublin lit up. “We went to an Irish pub,” he continued.
I try not to raise an eyebrow as I chuckle. “You came all the way from Ireland and ended up in a pub? An Irish one, no less?”
“Yes. As soon as I realized how expensive a pint was compared to back home though, I went in search of something different.”
Something different was the bar at Planet Hollywood. A bucket of Coors Lite for $10. I suppose that is quite American.
But what’s quite Irish, I wondered?