I used to go out with an English girl and whenever I went over to stay with her in her parents house during the summer they used to treat me a little odd because I'm Irish. The worst time had to be when we all went to the pub together; my girlfriend and I were chatting when I heard her dad shouting my name across the pub, so I look over and see him at the bar holding a pint of Guinness which he's pointing at while grinning like a lunatic. I'm supposed to be impressed by that fact that he ordered a pint of Guinness?

I don't even drink the stuff.
They were nice enough people, but they didn't make it easy for me to feel comfortable about myself. Which, in retrospect, might have been the point.