Here's the reason we came to Ireland....to visit the Guiness Storehouse with Dad and enjoy a pint. The camera angle doesn't show the glint in the eye, the warmth spreading through the body, and the overall satisfaction of pouring a fresh pint of stout down his throat.
He enjoyed it so much that we had to chase it down with another, and another, and......then the BABS struck.
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I'm told that you have to drink Guiness in Ireland to really appreciate it. It it true, Poppy?
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