I don’t think I’ve gone anywhere in the world without having had the occasion to meet up with an Irishman.  And not far from any Irishmen you’ll find a pub, in fact, most Irishmen I’ve met have been in pubs.  The two go hand and hand—sorry guys, you are the best, but you’ll never shake the stigma of being ineffable drunks.  Best about the Irish expatriates is that wherever they go, they’re never satisfied with the available public houses and set about creating their own inevitably in the fashion of their own.  And such is the case with Finn McCool’s which has become a cornerstone in the Mariscal gastro-drinking scene.  And merry it is catering to both Quitenos Read more