i have to rain a little bit on the st. patrick's day parade. check out slate's most shocking exposé of one corporation's push to litter the world with faux irish pubs.
wait a minute. you mean these beautiful wood floors and stained-glass windows are pre-fab? you mean those leathery old books and quaint little carvings on the shelf didn't really come from a country cottage in west kerry? quick, get out the fainting couch!
oh, and people, for the love of god - please don't drink any green beer tonight.