I love my bar.
Contrary to what many of you may think, it's not an old traditional typical 'Oirish' bar.
It's fairly new, about 15 years old, and built in the middle of a 'new village'!
But it is a community bar, as such, and everybody knows each other, and so, I suppose we have started our own 'traditional bar'!
It's a small pub, owned by the sister of a famous Irish rugby player, and is as such mostly a sports bar. That is not to say it is just a sports bar, meaning, though most sports bars are 'traditionaly' the mainstay of men, 'CLAWS' (as our bar is known) has many the female sports fan!
And we have music most Saturday nights, often supplied by mesel!Though most of my favourite neets are when the wee Jonathan do be playin', and he gets me up to sing a few, these are the times when I can be 'one of the crowd' and not the main act. Have fun, and not worry about makin' a show of meself!
Just home now, no music of a Sunday eve, just lots of friends chilling, men on the bar stools, couples at tables, barstaff chillin' on a sunday, a big beer filled family, getting ready for a new Monday!
I love my bar! :¬)
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i miss being downtown for this very reason! we had a favorite bar, but it was in a restaurant right down the street. it was perfect for those nights when no one wanted to cook or just wanted a cocktail with friends. after 2 years here on the plantation, i'm beginning to think i'm not a suburban girl. *sigh* xoxoxoxo
ReplyDeletep.s. love the brady-stewart link!
And your bar loves you, I'm certain.
ReplyDeleteAnd here's me sitting in paradise wishing I was aboot tae sit ma arese doon on a stool at yer pub.
ReplyDeleteHas it had the Jimmy seal of approval?
ReplyDeleteI'd love to have a neighbourhood bar! Those things aren't that common here in Canada... or at least, not here in Winnipeg. Well, I guess I will just have to come over and visit yours one day! :-) xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteDisgraceful behaviour. I refuse to condone the consumption of alcohol anywhere at any time. Drinking on the holy day? May the good lord smite you fae up on high.
ReplyDeleteI don't suppose I left my car keys on the bar by the way? Damn those Limerick buses, they tried to make me sit downstairs again because of my age.
Ya, can't beat havin' a place 'where everybody knows your name'! :¬)
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UB; I'm the local celeb round these parts so it's always free drinks for me! (I wish!) :¬)
Sausage; I'll keep a cold pint & a warm stool waiting fer ye! (That would be a barstool!):¬)
ReplyDeletePat; Jimmy? He's not one for bars, or drinkin' black pints and lovely golden drams (from the top shelf) 'til the wee, wee hours! At his age it's more like a 'wee-wee' every couple of hours during the neet! :¬)
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Pon; And you would be very welcome! There's a tradition in our pub that all visiting Canadians buy a drink for the whole bar! :¬)
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Jimmy; You're right, all the late-night revelry of a Sunday has to stop. Shocking!
I have your keys, and as for the bus, well you musta been fair jarred 'cos there hasn't been a double-decker in Limerick since the 80's! :¬)
It was all a dream then? That explains the net curtains at the windies.
ReplyDeleteJimmy; Maybe it's time for Horlicks? :¬)
ReplyDeleteNortheast Minneapolis is much the same, Map. Small bars, some of the hole-in-a-wall variety, with middlin' to good food, people you know by name or on sight. :-)
ReplyDeleteIsn't it lovely to have somewhere to visit?
Pearl
hmmmmm...we should all be so lucky to have such a place to call home away from home! dream or reality! ;)
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And to think I believed that stuff only happened in the movies...or on canceled American T.V. shows. ;)
ReplyDelete@BLOGGER! Third fucking attempt to leave replies! :¬/
ReplyDeletePearl; NE Minneapolis is now on my list of places to visit before I die! (You should see the list of places I'm going AFTER I die!) And you are gonna be my tour guide, and by 'tour' I mean 'bars'! :¬)
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GYPSYWOMAN; It's a place I kinda like, and a place that would like you! :¬)
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hope; Naw, it's real, complete with a wonderful soundtrack! :¬)
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I had a bar. I loved it too. Many a night discussing the most important of subjects over a pint or ten.
ReplyDeleteWe went to the bar before 21st parties, we went to the bar after funerals, we went to the bar before heading into a big night in the city, we went to the bar on a Sunday afternoon to play pool over a jug and have a steak and cheese pie and put Mellisa Etheridge and Jimmy Barnes and The Eagles on the jukebox, we went to the bar to celebrate a new job, we went to the bar to commiserate the loss of a job, we went to the bar for every comprehensable reason....
the bar lost a lot of patronage....
the bar got sold....
where the bar was is now retirement villas...
the earthquake in Feb wiped out the inner city clubs and bars....
bet ya my bar would be pumping right now in the suburbs, had they not bowled it...
I miss my bar.
Thanks for the follow, Mapstew. Thanks for re-introducing me to Jimmy B. Seeing as his old blog had ceased to exist, I was under the false impression he had been locked up or something. Starnge how my mind works. Personally, I like a good jukebox at a pub. That and a dirty packet of scratchings.
ReplyDeleteJules; Ye are havin' a tough time of it down there! My nephew was there at the time and I was getting the news first hand. I wish you and all there well.
ReplyDeleteI think bars, especially locals, can be a great (adult) community centre, and when one's favourite closes, for whatever reason, then it is a great loss to that 'community'.
My own local has seen decreasing numbers of punters since the recession, and only for the 'die-hards' would probably have shut down by now! Hears to a brighter tomorrow! :¬)
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Mark; Likewise sir. JB is alive and kicking!
The Catholic Church banned jukeboxes in Irish pubs a number of years ago and replaced them with condom machines! And we don't get scratchings here, just nuts! :¬)
'HERE'S' to a brighter future!! :¬/
ReplyDeleteHorlicks? I'll give you horlicks ya little bollix.
ReplyDeleteJimmy; Nothing little 'bout them pal! :¬)
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