Four orders of chicken nachos that were no good; I had the House Combo, which was decent, an extra cold Guinness, and shared four pitchers of Red Bull, vodka and ice - lots of ice. We sat out in the beer garden, it was cold, it rained heavily, everyone got wet, didn't get the wooden spoon. Best of all we were approached by a drunk Englishman who admonished us for not drinking an English drink. But he did recommend another pub though he wouldn't go so far as to divulge where all the good looking women were to be found.
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