Well, as it turns out, you apparently can't just make up random Irish pub names, like Geoff did, when in lieu of remembering the name "peggy o'neill's Pub", he decided that "Jenny McGuire's Pub" sounded Irish enough. After all, something as insignificant as a name really shouldn't make a difference, especially when you're looking for it all over the place. {Apparently, the Google staff just aren't bright enough to pick up on the fact that what you're typing is not what you're looking for. For some reason, the middle-aged 411 operator lady also does not consider it her job to read your mind and get the general gist of what cuisine you happen to be in the mood for.}
Well, at painfully long last, my London-born Geoff is less than an hour away from being in a world so similar to his own, where the word "spices" is synonymous with 'salt and pepper' and where no one blindly assumes that a hint of chili will automatically enhance his dining experience. And where, unlike those Thai, Indian and Mexican places, ordering "plain rice" doesn't necessitate the husband spending the next ten minutes of the evening on italicizing, capitalizing and underlining the word "plain".
Have a great evening everyone, we're headed for Peggy O'Neill's.
Until next time.
Agnes
