After finishing my shift
at the bar I had a few hours to kill
before transiting to the airport to fly to Cork for the St. Paddy’s Day
weekend. Yeu! The guys from the bar (mostly Irish) were on their break so I
went with them to The Toucan, undoubtedly serving the best Guinness in London.
I was a little concerned
about starting the Guinness glory early but all concerns were replaced with the
smooth creamy taste of a meal in a pint. Guinness is rich in iron so you can
argue that its good for you, the Irish certainly do!
Denver (one Irish guy who
gave me all the tips of where to go over the weekend) explained how to drink it
properly. It's like Guinness etiquette. Do not sip Guinness, you will be
frowned upon. Instead, (if you want to do it properly) take a firm grip, stand
tall and proud, inspect the pint in all its glory and then take a long gulp. As
you would count the rings of a tree, your pint should have five rings around it
reflecting the five gulps you take to finish it. No more or no less. That's the
way it's done.
Well, after practising I
realised that we had downed 4 pints in an hour and it was time to head to the
airport....crap. I felt quite happy leaving the bar and I wore the Guinness
grin on the tube. I swear, Guinness is like a drug… you don’t feel drunk, just
happily satisfied and relaxed.
At this stage though, I was still concerned about how it
would exit ….
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