Luke Himself

Best Pub Ever

October 22nd, 2007 | Published under Humour | No Comments

An Irishman, an Englishman and a Scot were sitting in a bar.

The ambiance was fantastic, the beer excellent, and the food quite exceptional.

“Ye’ken,” said the Scotsman, “I still prefer the pubs back home. Why, in Glasgow
we have a bar named McTavish’s. There, the barman goes out of his way
for the locals so much that when you buy 4 drinks, he will buy the 5th
for you on the house.”

“Well,” said the Englishman, “at my local pub, The Red Lion, the barman will buy your 3rd drink after you buy the first two.”

“Oh, that’s nuthin,” said the Irishman. “Back home in Dublin we have
Driscoll’s Bar. The moment you set foot in the place they’ll buy you
one drink, then another, and all the drinks you like, in fact. Then,
once you’ve finally had enough drinks, they’ll take you upstairs and
see to it that you get laid. All on the house.”

“And,” replied the Englishman, “did this actually happen to you?”

“Well, not me me’self, personally, no,” said the Irishman, “but it did happen to me sister.”