Dublin and the Magic Dragon

First stop, Dublin. This mythical land filled with myths and mythology seemed a strange place to us. We found ourselves perplexed by the crowds of Irish gents and fems. We could already feel the glances of these passersby with that unmistakable 'there goes the Americans' regards toward us. In order to blend into this savage culture, we were forced to partake in their customs. Estranged to their ways, we did not always understand the appeal of their strange drinks, nor for that matter, their strange foods. But as they say, 'when in Rome.' And since we are not yet in Rome, I am not quite sure what I am trying to say. Anyway, we thought this vague yet eloquent recount might not be enough to persuade you in earnest of the bizarre, brief stint with this foreign land, so in typical pork-chop style, we have pictures.

We drank what the Irish drank.

We ate what the Irish ate.

And we did as the Irish have done since time immemorial.

Disclaimer
Before you go off saying to yourself, 'what is this about?', we would like to inform you we toured Dublin for under six hours and restricted our movement to the confines of the Dublin Airport. Some may say this equates to an under-informed opinion, but we at the pork-chop believe all opinions are under-informed.