While in Dublin,
I toured a brewery.
Feeling gregarious, we decided to tour the Guinness Factory on the same day that every other visitor in Ireland was doing so. Did I mention that this trip has made me detest crowds?
When asking others what to do when in Dublin, a common response was that despite its tourist reputation, the Guinness Factory was a must. I utterly disagree. It’s not a tour of the actual machinery, it’s more of a Guinness museum. Perhaps I was laboring under a misapprehension, but I was expecting to see lots of cogs and buttons and shit. I did learn some fun facts, but fighting through the crowd sucked. I was looking forward to the authentic complimentary Guinness that is promised once you arrive atop the factory- named the Gravity Bar- but it was so crowded that we couldn’t even enjoy a beer.
The Bomber and I standing near the water display. Through this and several other pictures taken on the trip, it was verified by a team of scientists and notary republics that my head is in fact twice the size of Emily’s.
Fun factor: 4