A Pint Of Guinness!
A long, narrow room with people lining an old wooden bar which still retains its rich dark chestnut hue. The rush of heat, the flow of voices, the cloud of beer fumes and smoke. Sweat and steam seeped deep into the wood, the place thus smelling of the living. The light dim and the fire lively. A cold and damp day in spring. Behind the bar, a wall lined with bottles for everyone’s pleasure.
The clean and glossy wooden floor scarred by boots, the scrape of stools, or by the spark from cigarettes carelessly dropped. The rafters overhead exposed, showing signs of age.
A pub, with a fanciful name like Gallaghers’, O’Toole’s or Roarke’s situated in a picturesque village by the sea. An old establishment, serving customers for over a hundred years. Its glories adorning the walls haphazardly giving the place a homelike feel, thus retaining its tradition, charm and clientage.
Live music at all times, with everyone joining in. The first tune blending into a second, with barely a change of rhythm. It doesn’t matter if the lyrics speak about sadness or betrayal, the pace always being lively and energetic. Songs like Fields of Athenry, Danny Boy and Carrickfergus being made popular.
Men resembling Celtic knights manning the bar, building a pint of Guinness, drawing a glass of Harp. Watchful eyes tracking everybody’s needs. Personality exuding charm, which can worm through anybody’s defences.
Conversations flowing endlessly. People swearing at each other one minute, then dancing around and laughing the next. Charming men flirting with even more charming women. Old men telling stories of leprechauns and faeries, making the whole experience seem magical.
The accent by softening the vowels, hardening the consonants and lyricizing inflection, actually quite crude, but somehow sounding melodious.
Gaelic phrases like “Cead míle fáilte” (Hundred thousand welcomes), “Sláinte chuig na fir, agus go mairfidh na mná go deo!” (Health to the men and may the women live forever) and “A ghrá mo chroí” (Love of my heart) sounding so romantic and transporting you back in time.
Don’t you just love everything Irish?
This may sound like a tourism ad, but it is not! Just something I have had in my mind since long.
Ireland, a beautiful country with beautiful people is known for her natural scenery, pubs and hospitality. I find their speech fascinating. I can just sit and listen to everybody talking, without contributing anything.
How I wish I could pack my bag and fly there, to experience everything I have read in books and seen on TV. I have dreamed of this for so long!