Irishmen. They’re everywhere, as you may now be aware. They’re in our bars, our frat houses and our morning coffee. Clearly, the end of the world is upon us. First, earthquakes strike SoCal; second, a bee strikes the Nexus beer columnist; and finally, Irishmen start pouring down upon I.V. like frogs. It’s a good thing the weather is flawless.
Wednesday’s Forecast: Morning sprinkle followed by heavy downpour of Scotch at Dublin’s.