An Irishman an Englishman and a Scot were sitting in a bar.
The view was Fantastic, the beer excellent and the food exceptional.

Y ‘know, said the Scotsman, I still prefer the pubs back home.
Why, in Glasgow there’s a little bar called McTavish’s. The landlord there goes out
of his way for the locals so much that when you buy 4 drinks he will buy the 5th drink
for you.

Well, said the Englishman, at my local, the Red Lion, the barman there
will buy you your 3rd drink after you buy the first 2.

Ahhh, that’s nothin’ said the Irishman. Back home in Dublin there’s
Ryan’s Bar. Now the moment you set foot in the place they’ll buy you a
drink, then another – all the drinks you like. Then when you’ve had enough
drinks they’ll take you upstairs and see that you get laid. All on the house.

The Englishman and Scotsman immediately poured scorn on the Irishman’s
claims.
But he swore every word was true.

Well, said the Englishman, did this actually happen to you?
Not me myself, personally, no, said the Irishman.
But it happened to my sister.