As we neared the ever elusive storehouse, we began to smell the aroma of yeast in the air, which assured us we were close. Once inside, we discovered the age old process of Arthur Guinness' beer; established in 1759 by Arthur himself. Arthur believed in his brew so much that he signed a 9000 (not a misprint) year lease for the Guinness land; so it better be around for awhile.
After the tour, Megs and I ventured to the seventh and top floor called the Gravity bar for our complimentary pint of Guinness. Mmmmmmmmmm, what could be better than a pint with my lady overlooking the city of Dublin?
I love it when she has a beer in her hands!
Three leaf clover beer head art!
She didn't finish her pint, so I was delighted to have seconds.
On to Belfast tomorrow to spend the day with an old friend from Hawaii.
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