An Irishman walks in to an Irish bar in Valladolid, MX. A few random walking blocks from a randomly selected hostel.
But not before walking in to the most Mexican of bars...asking if they had comida y cervesas...and being instantly served cold Dos Equis and chicharrones and a menudo-like selection of offal in delicious sauce. Then another cold beer and a couple fruit plates with tajin. Now that was a well spent 80 pesos. $5 mas o menos.
Oh, and Guadelajara v. América on at the Irish bar. ⚽.
I don't know yet, I haven't found the rabbi and the priest.