Your uniform has a shamrock on it. There might also be a shamrock or two on the wall. I see what you're getting at here-shamrocks are Irish and you want me to think this is an Irish bar.
Well, good plan but when I scratch the surface, your bar is disappointingly un-Irish. You serve Guinness and maybe Kilkenny, but they are dwarved by a selection of bland local beer. You play traditional music on St Patrick's Day and maybe have a "jam" session on a Tuesday night while the rest of the time (6 nights a week, including Friday and Saturday) you play music from Britain and North America.
Does your playlist have any more than ten songs? Hell no, you just repeat the same shit: Summer of 69, Living on a Prayer, 500 Miles, Blister in the Sun, Copperhead Road, Wagon Wheel, etc, etc, etc. Douchebags dance to these songs because they think listening to a live band somehow makes them better than those who listen to the same songs played by DJs. Wow, actual musicians, not souless DJs! Holy fucking moly. Guess what? They're bored! They hate these songs and they hate the people who like them. You're all pissed morons. In fact, the only similarity between your bar and Ireland is that everyone is pissed. Boring.
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