We went to an Irish pub a couple of blocks away tonight for dinner, and to watch the second half of Paraguay-Sweden. The proprietor, a Dubliner named Aidan, boasted that he served the best pint of Guinness in Europe, including Ireland.
He’s pretty close – the Guinness was equal to what you get in Ireland, meaning it’s exponentially better (i.e., smoother, far less bitter) than its American counterpart. Guess it’s not Irish water that makes the difference after all.
It’s a relatively early night tonight, because we have an 8:30 a.m. train to catch. Going to Kaiserslautern, the city in the woods, for Saturday’s U.S.-Italy match. A full report on the proceedings tomorrow.
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