Part One - Dublin "They were right; a pint of Guinness is not the same in the states. Like the Irish told me time and again, “The Guinness doesn’t travel well.” My first pint of Guinness on the Emerald Isle was in the Oliver St. John Gogarty in Dublin’s Bohemian Temple Bar district. As an Irish trio played their lively tune while sitting at a table in the corner and only accepting draughts of the Black as payment, I savored my pint of same as I would each subsequent pint that I had the good fortune to sample over the next week."

Part 2 - Galway

"I had stayed my hour and was contemplating moving on until the beautiful and talented Julia came on shift and took her post behind the bar. The Tig was not yet busy and Julia seemed somewhat ambivalent about it all at first as she snacked on some Planter’s Peanuts and leaned on the back bar. She noticed that I was jotting down notes and asked me what it was that I was writing. Still coherent at this point, I replied that I was taking down some travel thoughts for the Goliard while they were still fresh in my mind. She of course wasn't familiar with the publication."

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