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I went to Dora Keogh’s last week with some friends. While waiting for everyone else to arrive, two of us sat there, chatting, and a lady approached us. She said she was not from Toronto, and that her guide book said that Dora’s was like a typical Irish pub, that you have to order your drinks at the bar. My dad is Irish, and I have been to Irish pubs in Ireland and Canada, (and one in Germany LOL) but I did not know about this particular quirk of Irish pubs. I never noticed, because I always order from the bar anyhow; I’m probably too impatient.

That particular night, the snug was packed with happy party people; I had to poke my head into the enclosed area in order to see if my friends had sat down there, and it was packed with a group of friends who I could safely bet were not Irish at all. I felt kind of ethnic, thinking that people were coming to enjoy the Irish pub ambience. From my vantage point, I’m not sure I could define what that ambience is.

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