March 17th lays a feast upon Irish tables & a wellspring of firkins upon Irish pubs.
Across the Atlantic, we have been raised to reflect the revelry, but most haven't the eyes or taste buds to holistically feel for Saint Patrick's Day. We are raised Americanized, cutting paper clovers & adorning spaces with smiling leprechauns. We change our ham & cheese on white to green ham & cheese on potato bread. We drink Guinness or Smithwick's or Harp. But you'll need to personally go east & see the flora resting upon the hills to know it's emerald not green. To know it's ale not simply beer, you could get a pen pal from outside St. James' Gate or you could homebrew your St. Paddy's experience!