"You've been drinking Smithwicks?! Not even my grandpa drinks that!"

Tonight my roommates and I decided to go out and explore Dublin.  We kind of figured out how to use the bus system, which is confusing and will probably cause my directionally challenged self problems in the future.  We took the bus from the Omni Shopping Center to the last stop, and we realized that our apartment in Santry wasn't as glamorous as the heart of the city.  After entering three pubs and walking out because they weren't up to our standards, we finally chose our perfect pub, Merkintyles. (I think that was the name, there are a lot of places that start with M here) We ordered some dinner and instantly fell in love with our Smithwicks beers, only to find out later that our choice in drinks wasn't up to Ireland standards...

After learning about a pub crawl that was taking place that night, we were tempted to go, but decided to hang out at Merk-whatever-its-called instead.  We ended up meeting two interesting people, Cameron from Canada and Peter from Ireland (Cameron looks just like William the phone salesman from the Bachelorette on Ashley's season if anyone watches).  There was a live concert in the next room, so we joined Cameron and Peter and listened to some music.  We were too tired to stay long though, so we told them we had to leave.  Just as I thought our night was over, we were approached in the pub by a thirty-something year old local.  He saw us paying for our Smithwicks beer, and here is where my blog title comes into play.  He responded to our choice of drinks with "You've been drinking Smithwicks?!  Not even my grandpa drinks that!"  Ironically, this local was drinking a Corona with lime!  Definitely not a beer that Americans hold in high regard... so we gave him trouble for his selection, all in good fun, and headed home.

To be continued...