All too often, Irish barmen don't know their whiskey, more's the pity. Sometimes, they have a little knowledge, which as we all know can be a dangerous thing.
But I really hate it when a barman starts blathering nonsense at me about whiskey.
Last night I was in Porterhouse North. Anyone who's been in there knows that one side of the room faces the back of the bar, with little 'windows' cut into the wall to allow serving straight from the bar to that side.
That's where I was, and I fancied a nightcap, but couldn't see the whiskeys. So I asked the barman what whiskeys he had.
"Would you like a Summer whiskey or a Winter whiskey", says he.
"An Irish whiskey", says I.
"A Summer Irish whiskey or a Winter Irish whiskey?" he continues.
"I wasn't aware there was a distinction," I said.
Next thing, he's waving a bottle of Connemara in my face, so I stopped him.
"Do you have any Black Bush, or Redbreast, or Powers?" I asked.
He took the hump and nearly threw a Redbreast at me!
Now, I'm sure tourists love a bit of Barman Blarney when they come to Ireland. But on Monday night in Phibsboro, if a local asks ye what whiskeys ye have, surely you just tell him and never mind making up rubbish about summer and winter whiskeys?
Has anyone else encountered a bit of Barman Blarney and bluff when ordering a half-un?