I took a can of cold Guinness from the fridge today

I pulled open the ring

there was a loud woosh

a widget in the can

released tiny bubbles of nitrogen into the beer

after waiting a few moments

I poured the famous Irish stout into a tilted glass

the dark beer swirled around the sides

once vertical the bubbles rose up

reaching the surface to form a smooth creamy head

the first sip brought back memories of the Emerald Isle

drinking Guinness with the locals in a village pub

chatting intensely about everything in life

this lively bar discussion in Ireland is called the crack

the true Gaelic word is craic 

but it does not translate well

because you really have to be in Ireland to experience the craic

I remember walking into a bar in small Irish town and ordering a Guinness 

a local chap next of me asked where I was from

Liverpool I answered 

ah me brother Michael lives there do you know him he enquired

I hesitated to tell him there are over a million people in the city and the suburbs

so I decided to enjoy the craic and replied with

I might do is he a tall fellow with red hair

the Guinness flowed freely for the rest of that evening