Mom, you might want to skip this post. You won’t approve of me day drinking 😉
I can barely stomach a whole beer on account of being a white wine sissy, but a visit to the Guinness Storehouse was on every single “Things to Do in Dublin” list I found, so I decided to give it a try. Plus, an idiot I met in my hostel slurred, “Guinness tastes like chocolate milk here.” That was obviously a drunken fabrication from a frat bro, but the Guinness does taste waaaay better (and yes, a little chocolatey) at the Storehouse than my favorite pub in Salt Lake City. And yes, there are pubs in Salt Lake City.
The Guinness Storehouse is a 7-story monument to great beer, and quite frankly, great branding. The highlights for normal people would be drinking a “complementary” pint on the top floor bar that gives you a panoramic view of Dublin or learning how to properly draw a Guinness so you get the appropriate amount of foam.
I liked those things (plus I ran into a college friend from Utah in the bar which was totally #smallworld), but I’m not a normal person. I was all about the advertising “museum” on the 3rd floor. I don’t know why I get so excited about art that tries to sell shit. But I do.
But let’s be honest here, Guinness. The entire building is an advertisement. Mama didn’t raise no fool. She might have raised a day-drinker through. But no worries, apparently beer is good for me.
My favorite pics from the advertising portion of the program below.
Follow me up to Carlow tomorrow? Well, I’m going whether you’re coming or not 😉