A Scotsman, an Englishman & an Irishman were sitting in a bar in Boston talking about the "Old Country". The food was great, the beer was excellent and the atmosphere was very comfortable.
"As good as this is," said the Scotsman, I still prefer the pubs back home in Glasgow, there's a wee place called McTavish's. The Landlord goes out of his way for the locals. When you buy four drinks, he will buy the fifth drink for you."
"Well, Angus," said the Englishman, "At my local in London, The Red Lion, the barman will buy you your third after you buy the first two."
"Ah, dats nothin'," said Shamus. "Back home in Dublin there's the Codfish Bar. The moment ya set foot in the place, they'll buy ya a drink, then another - all the drinks you like, actually. Then when ya've had enough drinks,they'll take ya upstairs and see dat ya gets laid, all on the house!
The Englishman and the Scotsman immediately shout down the Irishman's claim, but he swears every word is true. "Well," said the Englishman, still suspicious. "Did this actually happen to you?" Not meself, personally, no," admitted Shamus. But it did happen to me sister quite a few times."