As a proud Irishman, I was offended by the mocking words staring back at me. They reinforced a stereotype that didn’t sit well at all. I decided to do what any proud Irishman would do and posted a picture on social media. Next came the confrontation with the chef and I was riled up and ready to give him the piece of my mind that I had left. Screaming like an almost sober, semi-succinct yet hungry punter, I bade him explain his menu. He immediately went on the defensive and explained that the potato was slow-cooked in Guinness. When I heard this, I calmed down, shook his hand and bought him a pint before I had my meal.