This is the only Irish pub we could find in Montreal (actually, there was another one a few doors down, but we didn't notice it until after going to this one), and it was one of the few places where they don't talk to you in French right off the bat. And most importantly to my husband, it was the only place that sold the beers he likes to drink. He was getting tired of trying Canadian beer after Canadian beer when all he wanted was a nice Newcastle or Smithwicks.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
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