I love stouts in general, but in my heart, and in my belly, there is always a place for a Guinness. In 2006 my travel companion and I actually survived our hosteling excursion in Dublin practically on Guinness alone when we had little money left. We figured the Guinness would sustain us because of all it's vitamins... I've been to the mecca of Guinness twice on two different trips, arguably the only "must see" of Dublin, The Guinness Storehouse. It's like Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory, for adults. Although having a pint from the source is far better than what's distributed outside the Emerald Isle, I still drink it here all the same. Happy Saint Patrick's Day; enjoy it however you celebrate!
* Looks like today I'll be enjoying some Irish Carbomb Cupcakes that Emily from Growing Wild Ginger made, mmm.
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