McSorley's Irish bar in NYC -

Established in 1854, McSorley's is New York City's oldest continuously operated saloon and offers a uniquely old-school pub experience. Take in the history, the sawdust-covered floors, and the legendary backroom where the ale flowed during Prohibition. Women have only been welcomed at McSorley's since 1970 (and the ladies'room was installed sixteen years later). There are just two kinds of beer available -- McSorley's Light and McSorley's Dark -- and you'll have to belly up to the bar to get a pint. There are no stools.

Just one of the hundreds of Irish pubs in NYC and across the nation

Old Bushmill. Jameson is for wannabees.

Me favorite Irish band.

There was once an Irishman named Murphy who walked into an American Bar. He sat down and asked the Bartender "Give me three shots o' your finest Irish Whiskey!" the Bartender complies.

After about a week the bartender asks, "Murphy, would it be better for yeh if I put all three shots of Irish Whiskey into one glass?"

Murphy replied, "well no. See I have two other brothers back at home, Patrick and Owen, and everytime I come into a Pub or Bar I order a shot for each o' them so I can remember the good times."

Well, after another week of this routine, Murphy comes into the bar and only asks for two shots of Irish Whiskey. The bartender immediately says "Murphy, is everything ok? Did somethin' happen to one of your brothers?" "Oh no", Murphy said, "I just decided to quit drinkin!"

Bushmills with a Guiness on the side.

The Irish pub wot Spud goes to has a lovely red headed lass at the bar who does this cool things where she pours the Guiness and then makes a shamrock in the foam.

Be Well.

Do you read me?

Best Guinness Commercial EVER!

Best Guinness Commercial EVER!

Agreed. That was teh funneh!

Spud's guessing it never aired in the US fer some reason.

Second best Guiness ad EVAR?

Wife and I road tripped through Republic of Ireland in January. BEAUTIFUL country, but Dublin's a shit hole.

Best beer ads ever

They're hanging men and women for the wearing o' the green.

My wild Irish rose.

I'll walk you home again,Kathleen.

Shame on you all for drinking that North Irish swill, Bushmills. I'll be passing your monikers on to the IRA.