Last year, for our Thoughtful Thursday St. Patrick’s Day Version I noted how the day always sees me browsing through one of my favorite Irish exports: the poetry of William Butler Yeats.
For this year’s post, I’m turning to another beloved aspect of Irish culture: the pub (which you might think couldn’t be exported, but you’d be wrong it turns out).
My best memories of Ireland are nights spent in pubs filled with and fueled by fiddle, flute and Guinness; banjo, bodhran and Guinness; pipe, tin whistle and Guinness; reels and jigs and songs and Guinness. Did I mention they have Guinness? (and no, it doesn’t travel well…).
It’s hard for me to imagine a place better than the pubs of Doolin, but that isn’t to say I might not tip a pint or two in, say The Green Dragon or The Prancing Pony.
What about you? Where might you want to bend an elbow for a while in the fantasy/sci-fi world of pubs, bars, and other such drinking establishments?
One lucky commenter will chose a book from our stacks.