Last night was spent at a Welsh pub a few blocks from my apartment, Dressel's.
Despite the abundance of Welsh flags, stained glass red dragons, and signs all written in Welsh,
no one seemed to notice that it wasn't an Irish pub, and the place was filled with people dressed in green wearing flashing green beads and eating corned beef and cabbage.
Much Guinness, Irish whiskey, and Irish coffee was drunk. Even though the bartender scares me.
(I didn't want to get close enough to really take his picture.)
And it is the best pub in North America...
Because, really, would I go anywhere else?