My Goodness...

Finally, David Brooks and I are in complete agreement: a Guinness in a Dublin pub is a beautiful thing. And he's even successfully self-deprecating: "This was the first time in my life I heard a person in a pub talking about benefit index formulas, so it was an important milestone on my descent into pathetic wonkery." (He obviously has not hung out at LSE's premier drinking establishment, the Three Tuns.) In addition to making me thirsty, Brooks gives me a convenient excuse to let the uninitiated know why this blog is so named. No more blogging for the day. I'm headed to the pub for the perfect pint.