From the biggest bottle cap sculpture to the most expensive painting ever made by an elephant...
Oh God. There have been some long, alcohol-fueled St. Patrick’s Days. We start with a liquid breakfast—probably Champagne—and invite all the Irish chefs in London.
We can’t all be in County Mayo for St. Patrick’s Day. Some of us have to make do with an artery-clogging breakfast in O’Neill’s, the Guinness-slopped Irish chain pub found on most British high streets.
Nothing says “I don’t follow trends” like ordering a pint of Guinness in an old-school pub. Conversely, nothing quite says "teenagers getting drunk at a house party" like Smirnoff Ice.
It traveled more than twice the distance of the previous record holder.
Guinness’s brewing process has long involved the use of fish bladders, which play a role in the filtration process of the beer. But herbivores, rejoice: Guinness is going vegan.
The four tons of fried rice were originally intended to feed students in nearby schools, but were eventually deemed inedible and sent off to a farm to feed pigs instead, causing Guinness to strip the title.
You think Ireland doesn’t know about its drinking reputation? Trust me, we do. We’ve had enough hangovers, bloodied knees, and broken relationships to know exactly where we stand: somewhere between an AA meeting and another round of shots.
Over 11,000 games, not counting the repeats.
Here are some ads that did not make me want to poke out my eyes with a Dixie® knife.