paddywhackery
The cringe of fake Irishness that makes you want to throw a Guinness at the wall. Same songs, same food, same ads. It’s like a bad Irish dream.
My cousin’s bar is so fake Irish, the waiter says ‘Top of the morning’ even when it’s midnight.
The bar next door has the same song playing every day. It’s like a time loop from hell.
My teacher made us wear green and say ‘I’m Irish’ even though I’m not.