Yuck Of The Irish.

According to my ancestry I am supposed to be nearly pure of Irish heritage, with a little Scottish and English thrown in. My mother used to tell me I make a poor Irishman because I hated potatoes when I was a child. Another apparently bad move on my part was I hated beer, so not that popular during high school in a small town where drinking started at twelve for many people. This made my parents happy, they didn't drink either, my mother despised it actually. She would turn people away if they came for a visit while under the influence. .................................... Finally as I got older, beer and I worked out our differences. I'm still not a huge fan but there are some I enjoy. Last year at work they decided to have a St. Patrick's day party with different types of beer, wine and pub style foods. Someone asked me if I liked Guinness, I told them that I didn't know, I never tried it. I started to get the comments about being Irish and how is it possible that I have never tried Guinness. Thinking this was the perfect time to try I asked for a glass and started to drink it. STOP THE TRAIN, screeeeeeeech!!!!! Eeeeeeeyuck! One of my Asian friends asked what was it like, I told her it was as if they took all the bitterness out of a twenty four case of beer and put it in one bottle! I think the dark colouring comes from the roofing tar that they added in. One guy said to keep drinking it, that it would start to get better, nope I think it's more like drinking poison, the more you drink, the worse you feel. Seriously who came up with this stuff, I think if I was making beer all those years ago and my results were this, I would think something went "off" and I would be warning people to stay away from it. Any way later that week I received my Irish heritage letter of warning, stating that I was lucky that I now enjoy potatoes, otherwise I would have been out.