Being primarily of Irish descent on both sides, this is one of my favorite holidays. If you celebrate, what will you be pouring tomorrow? For me, Guinness followed by a row that will be sipped over the course of the evening on a Zoom call with friends - Green Spot, Redbreast 15, Jameson Distillery Edition and Bushmills Distillery Reserve. Slainte
A 4 pack of Guinness Extra Stout, which I drink while watching the John Wayne movie, "The Quiet Man." No Irish blood, family is primarily Nordic with some Welsh markers.
I have both kinds of Irish in my ancestry (among lots of other places), so I drink both Jameson and Bushmills. Kilkenny beer by Guinness is very good. Didn’t have any on St Patrick’s day though. Drank plenty in Asia and Australia. Not sure if they sell it in America yet.
I'll have to try those. Haven't seen any available here though. Like you said, might not be available in the US.
Little known fact. The Guinness family ("Lord Iveagh") are Dublin Protestants. When you make beer that good, you can go to whatever church you want to and they won't mess with you in Ireland.
At the pub on the crossroads there's whiskey and beer There's brandy from Cognac that's fragrant but dear But for killing the thirst and for raising the gout There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout Drink it up men, it's long after ten At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay Going up in the mourning I wore out me shoes Going up to the cross for the best of good booze Drink it up men, it's long after ten Some folk o'er the water think bitter is fine And others they swear by the juice of the vine But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top Drink it up men, it's long after ten I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance So hear me then mister and pour me one more If I cannot drink it up then throw me out the door Drink it up men, it's long after ten It's Guinness's Porter that has me this way For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tea But when in the morning I feel kind of rough Me curse on Lord Iveagh who brews the damned stuff Drink it up men, it's long after ten Drink it up men, it's long after ten I love the Irish (not Notre Dame though).
The French drink wine, the English tea. The Yankee gulps his hot black coffee. The child drinks milk nine times a day. The Scotsman sips his whiskey toddy. You can keep you wine and keep your tea! My curse on him that brings me coffee! I'll have porter, if I may. It makes me feel content and happy. Porter quaffed down with a laugh. The gentry have their aching livers. Water is all right in tea, For fish, and things that swim in rivers. The poor man and the beggar, too, The poet in the corner thinking. If they'd money enough to spend, It's pints of porter they'd be drinking. Porter quaffed down with a laugh. The gentry have their aching livers. Water is all right in tea, For fish, and things that swim in rivers. The miser hoards and stores his gold. The bee collects the summer honey. When that miser's dead and cold, Someone else will kiss his money! Porter quaffed down with a laugh. The gentry have their aching livers. Water is all right in tea, For fish, and things that swim in rivers. Some go in for counting beads. More go in for chasing women. The scholar stays at home and reads. Give me the glass with porter in it. Porter quaffed down with a laugh. The gentry have their aching livers. Water is all right in tea, For fish, and things that swim in rivers.