Some of the homeland Micks are eatin' upscale, but this stuff don't sound like reason enough to visit Dublin. Food in Dublin, if you are a dipshit American who crossed an ocean to power drink and act like an asshole in the land of your grandfathers, should more properly resemble the greasy crap food drunks like on this side o' da pond. Regardless, it looks like some Dubliners (see what I did there?) are lookin' to hold onto the pastiche of prosperity they glimpsed during the Celtic Tiger boom years. Good luck, ya fekkin' ijits.
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