I have heard Guinness described as "the nectar of the gods", among other things, and that it is an "acquired taste". There have been times where I have visited a tavern and the bartender had no idea how a Guinness should be poured, and I was pleasantly surprised at some visits where they filled the glass so artistically, the experience of just getting a work of art made me hesitant to drink it. I used to joke that if I was at a party, I would order a Guinness so nobody would confuse their drink with mine. My rating system of a bar or restaurant would also be influenced by whether or not they had Guinness on tap. One of my favorite books is called "Pint-sized Ireland" where a couple backpacks their way across the Emerald Isle to try and find the best pint of Guinness they can. While they are told that you can only get the best from the source in Dublin, or that it only can be drunk in stone jugs, the moral of it is that Guinness tastes best when it is shared with a circle of close friends in a place where all are welcome.
The inspiration for this shot came from our dining room. We have tried to recreate an Irish pub feeling in our house with pictures, advertisements, and other brewerania. Whenever we went to an antique store or estate sale, we tried to look for things that made the room come together. However, in the journey of transforming our room, I have come to learn that a true Irish pub-themed dining room comes in the form of how we celebrate each day by sitting around our table for a good family meal, more often or not with a Guinness by my plate. Slainte.
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