An Irishman an Englishman and a Scot were sitting in a bar.
The view was fantastic, the beer excellent, the food exceptional.
"You know," said the Scotsman, "I still prefer the pubs back home.
Why in Glasgow there's a wee bar called McTavish's.
Now, the landlord there goes out of his way for the locals so much that when you buy 4 drinks he will buy the 5th drink for you."
"Well," said the Englishman, "At my local, the Red Lion, the barman there will buy you your 3rd drink after you buy the first 2."
"Ahhh, that's nothin," said the Irishman.
"Back home in Dublin, there's Ryan's Bar.
Now