I talked to an Amish dude when I was in Central Park in September. He smelled strongly of sweat and asked me where the bathroom was. I was watching some retired police play baseball and they gave me a beer when I mentioned I was from Ireland. I wanted to stay to see the game finish but my girl was not of the same frame of mind. We left shortly after.
This was my experience of Amish America
I was gonna hit you up @
King Karaoke but I'd stick out like a sore thumb. White, Ireland soccer jersey, Mcgregor accent. You probably wouldn't know what the fuck I was saying anyway