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Today I went to a place downtown called Brian Boru, this completing my trifecta of Irish pubs in Portland. I was thoroughly unimpressed, although paying two-fifty for my black and tan was a nice little surprise.
The highlight, though, was the company. I was eavesdropping on a group of middle-aged men while I ate my overpriced meal. The caliber of conversation was roughly what you'd expect from a group of men drinking three-dollar Guinesses, but it was entertaining and much more enjoyable than my charcoal-flavored burger.
However, there were a couple members of the group who were a tad more polite. At one point, a guy made a remark about Catholic schoolgirls and I made some amused scoffing sound or something. The guy sitting next to me said, "It's like they don't even know you're here."
Maybe ten minutes later, the Catholic schoolgirl guy told some story about his wife that I've forgotten, but was of a similarly sexually crude vein. The guy sitting on my other side physically recoiled and said, "Oh, Christ." Somehow, I suspect he would have reacted differently if I hadn't been sitting there.
I thought the whole thing was very funny, because it never once occurred to me to be offended, and because of all the places I would have expected to find a bit of old-fashioned concern for feminine delicacy, "imitation Irish pub" was not exactly topping the list.
The highlight, though, was the company. I was eavesdropping on a group of middle-aged men while I ate my overpriced meal. The caliber of conversation was roughly what you'd expect from a group of men drinking three-dollar Guinesses, but it was entertaining and much more enjoyable than my charcoal-flavored burger.
However, there were a couple members of the group who were a tad more polite. At one point, a guy made a remark about Catholic schoolgirls and I made some amused scoffing sound or something. The guy sitting next to me said, "It's like they don't even know you're here."
Maybe ten minutes later, the Catholic schoolgirl guy told some story about his wife that I've forgotten, but was of a similarly sexually crude vein. The guy sitting on my other side physically recoiled and said, "Oh, Christ." Somehow, I suspect he would have reacted differently if I hadn't been sitting there.
I thought the whole thing was very funny, because it never once occurred to me to be offended, and because of all the places I would have expected to find a bit of old-fashioned concern for feminine delicacy, "imitation Irish pub" was not exactly topping the list.
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... Sorry. I saw an Irish band play yesterday and I've had that song in my head for the past two days, so that is all I focused on.