If you are single, on dating apps, and come across a profile of someone who claims to know where to find the best pint of Guinness in London, I have one word for you: run.
That’s not just because the answer they provide will inevitably be either the Devonshire, the cult Soho pub run by the Irish landlord Oisin Rogers, or the Auld Shillelagh in north London, both famed for their pints and thus rammed with either corporate lads or edgy Gen Zers drinking the “black stuff”.
But because, as I have heard from countless friends’ dating horror stories, your date will spend the entire time mansplaining exactly what it is that makes a good pint of Guinness, before insisting that you watch them “split
