Pint-Sized Ireland: In Search of the Perfect Guinness
One man's tour of Ireland on tap; a rollicking travelogue in the tradition of Round Ireland with a Fridge and McCarthy's Bar.\ "Regret" is the word that best describes Evan McHugh's first taste of Guinness. For an Australian raised on Vegemite, Ireland's black brew is very much an acquired taste. But the travel-writer is committed to acquiring it. Determined to discover exactly what makes a pint of Guinness so legendary, he crosses the Emerald Isle in search of his answers.\ But in sampling...
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One man’s tour of Ireland on tap; a rollicking travelogue in the tradition of Round Ireland with a Fridge and McCarthy’s Bar. “Regret” is the word that best describes Evan McHugh’s first taste of Guinness. For an Australian raised on Vegemite, Ireland’s black brew is very much an acquired taste. But the travel-writer is committed to acquiring it. Determined to discover exactly what makes a pint of Guinness so legendary, he crosses the Emerald Isle in search of his answers.But in sampling pints as he goes, McHugh soon realizes that in each town, and at every pub, someone always says that the best glass of Guinness is to be found . . . . somewhere else. In his comedic and sentimental journey, McHugh and his companion, Twidkiwodm (the-woman-he-didn’t-know-he-would-one-day-marry), hitch around Ireland, meeting unforgettable characters. He goes rowing with a German bagpiper on the lakes of Killarney, windsurfing with a one-armed man in Dingle, survives an encounter with poteen and even finds his own bar . . . but keeps searching for the perfect pint.As entertaining as it is informative, Pint-Sized Ireland is both a hilarious travelogue and thoughtful diary. McHugh’s comedic voice swiftly moves in and out of pubs, peering into froth-rimmed pints, and leading readers to question: So does he ever find the perfect pot of black gold? Those who have rested upon the barstools of Ireland, who have sought the famed “perfect pint of Guinness,” realize that perfection rests in more than just the taste. McHugh captures the visceral experience of Guinness and Ireland in a warm memoir that’s perfect to savor. International Praise for Pint-Sized Ireland “McHugh’s idea of traveling is one continuous pub crawl . . . an entertaining homage to the black brew.”---The Age (Australia) “McHugh’s writing style is intelligent, quirky, and conversational. The result is a consummately easy to read book, amusing and engaging. It’ll make you want to go in search of your own perfect pint.”---Adventure Travel “This is a lovely book, well written, full of humorous anecdotes and works both as a travelogue and as a guide to drinking in Ireland. One of the real joys of this book is the way that the author captures the nuances and syntax of the way the people speak (‘“Rooit”, said the pub-landlord, ‘in ye coom”’). After a few pages you find yourself falling into this yourself and by the time you finish the book you will have developed a full-blown Irish accent.”---www.bootsnall.com Publishers Weekly An Australian, McHugh has his first pint of Guinness on the ferry from Wales to Ireland and is mighty unimpressed. But after he reaches the Emerald Isle, his opinion of Guinness changes and, along with Twidkiwodm ("the-woman-I-didn't-know-I-would-one-day-marry"), he circumnavigates the island in search of the best pint. McHugh certainly isn't the first backpacker to traverse Ireland's customary tourist spots Yeats country, the Burren, the pubs of Dublin, the Giants' Causeway, Dingle Bay with beer on the brain. But it is the unplanned events that make the travel special. While he inserts his share of Irish lore and legend into his travelogue, his descriptions of being in a rowboat with a German bagpiper or his recounting of leading a rag-tag bunch of Italians, Germans and Australians up the sacred mount Croagh Patrick are what brings his book to life. It also helps that McHugh, who continually professes his admiration for Irish writers, has a bit of the gift of gab himself. His prose flows like a friendly barstool chat and his frequent cheeky one-liners play the foil to his nostalgic nature. (Mar.)Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
\ Publishers WeeklyAn Australian, McHugh has his first pint of Guinness on the ferry from Wales to Ireland and is mighty unimpressed. But after he reaches the Emerald Isle, his opinion of Guinness changes and, along with Twidkiwodm ("the-woman-I-didn't-know-I-would-one-day-marry"), he circumnavigates the island in search of the best pint. McHugh certainly isn't the first backpacker to traverse Ireland's customary tourist spots—Yeats country, the Burren, the pubs of Dublin, the Giants' Causeway, Dingle Bay—with beer on the brain. But it is the unplanned events that make the travel special. While he inserts his share of Irish lore and legend into his travelogue, his descriptions of being in a rowboat with a German bagpiper or his recounting of leading a rag-tag bunch of Italians, Germans and Australians up the sacred mount Croagh Patrick are what brings his book to life. It also helps that McHugh, who continually professes his admiration for Irish writers, has a bit of the gift of gab himself. His prose flows like a friendly barstool chat and his frequent cheeky one-liners play the foil to his nostalgic nature. (Mar.)\ Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.\ \ \ \ \ Library JournalMcHugh, an Australian travel writer, embarks on a quest for what some believe is the Emerald Isle's finest product, a perfectly poured pint of Guinness. McHugh and his travel partner seek out local pubs they hope will be devoid of tourists and staffed with a wizened bar keep who can serve a pint with a patient and steady hand. Carrying little more than a change of clothes, a toothbrush, and a Frisbee, McHugh travels from the depths of urban Dublin to the wide-open remoteness of rural western Ireland. Between pub visits, he tours some of Ireland's grandest sites (the Ring of Kerry) and regions (County Sligo, where William Butler Yeats lived). At the heart of this adventure, however, are the pubs, including Hartigan's and Gaffney's, both in Dublin, the Laurels in Killarney, and Fury's in Sligo. There are colorful locals, unpleasant tourists, quaint hostels, and a myriad of Irish pubs and restaurants along the way, all of which provide a nice snapshot of life in contemporary Ireland. However, you'll need a real travel guide for specific locations, hours, etc. Recommended for large travel collections.\ —Joel Jones\ \
