I know, I know, I promised you no more food (or at least less) but here in I am in the land of Erin Go Bragh and what is a guy supposed to do? This is not food! Am I to go home never having an original Guiness? I think not. So I think I was saved (or I was able to rationalize) by this little spot that was flying the Norwegian flag. I had to, I must, I had no control, I went in. There weren't any Norsk patrons in here but the Guiness was everything that I had imagined. Ambrosia.