My then-boyfriend (current husband) and I looked at engagement rings at the Happy Ring House (in, um, '92) but he refused to purchase anything at a place called "The Happy Ring House." In that same visit, my dad dragged my mom and me to Louis Copeland Outfitters so he could buy a bazillion new suits. My father was the original metrosexual.

All you need is a picture of Paddy Hannan's Pub on James' Street and you have my family history on film.