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There are three days each year when I don’t regret having moved out of New York City: New Year’s Eve, Halloween, and St. Patrick’s Day. It’s not that I don’t like drunken fun. It’s that I don’t like too much drunken fun, shared with too many thousands of other drunk people. Call me a party-pooper.
But don’t dare call me anti-Irish. Among all the things Irish that I love, my third-favorite—after Irish people and Irish whiskey and just ahead of Irish music and certain poems by W. B. Yeats—is Irish stout.