best pub

[briggie]

Sitting in a bar the Scotsman says, “As good as this bar
is, I still prefer the pubs back home.
In Glasgow, there’s a wee place called McTavish’s. The landlord goes
out of his way for the locals. When you buy four drinks,
he’ll buy the fifth drink.”
“Well, Angus,” said the Englishman, “At my local in
London , the Red Lion, the barman will buy you your
third drink after you buy the first two.”
“Ahhh, dat’s nothin’,” said the Irishman, “back home in
my favorite pub, the moment you set foot in the place,
they’ll buy you a drink, then another, all the drinks
you like, actually. Then, when you’ve had enough drinks,
they’ll take you upstairs and see that you gets laid,
all on the house!”
The Englishman and Scotsman were suspicious of the
claims. The Irishman swore every word was true.
Then the Englishman asked, “Did this actually happen to
you?”
“Not meself, personally, no,” admitted the Irishman,
“but it did happen to me sister quite a few times.”