Gaelic Girls: Dublin Diva Grace

I had no idea what she meant until a good while later when the barman loudly announced to all that it was my 21st birthday and asked me to sit in a chair in the center of the room. All of a sudden, a line of men appeared in front of me (including the fat, bald barman) and they proceeded to kiss me, on the lips, one by one. 21 to be exact, and one more for good luck! I’m still in a bit of shock, but thinking about those Irish men dancing up to me with puckered lips and great big smiles, I’m left wondering if it was my birthday or theirs! Great Irish tradition!

Okay, so maybe you have to search for the culture and art that’s here in Temple Bar, but when you find it, it is golden and worth every drunken, belligerent tourist you have to maneuver your way around to get to.