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deputychairman:
The nighttime economy: a recommendation
I went out last night and I wore a dress and contact lenses and everything, and I met my friends in this bar called Gin Córner (not Gin Corner: Gin Córner. Whatsapp corrected it in the group chat so that accent’s important): a place which - wait for it - serves a lot of gin, and within a minute of sitting down some old guy came up to us and over the music offers to “give us a hand.” And we’re like, no thanks dude, good of you to offer but we can sit on bar stools and consume gin without any assistance whatsoever, inwardly regretting having bothered to wear dresses, but he stays there repeating himself until we wearily accept that the only way to get him to go away is to engage. At which point it becomes clear he isn’t offering to give US a hand, he’s asking FOR a hand, and we reluctantly lean a little closer to hear him over the music, expecting a rude joke we can laugh tiredly at and send him on his way, when he holds out a handful of change and asks if we can buy him cigarettes from the vending machine all of 3 steps away. “Why can’t you do it?” we ask: “I’m too drunk!” he replies candidly.
And that’s why bars for grownups should turn the music down
my FAVORITE BAR IN THE WORLD
(we take a moment here to mourn and gather ourselves)
was in a BIG OLD BUILDING, big single room all antique tin ceiling and old wood everywhere and brass fixtures all around, sort of split-level, ok, the bar was up and to the left and middle level, and then to the right, you could go down into a seating area, and then there was a balcony above there you could go up to for more seating area, and so if you wanted you could sit at the bar and if it wasn’t busy that was nice, and if it was busy you could go down to the tables and it was quiet there, some of the booths were tucked under the balcony, not too low but insulated a bit, brick walls, old church pews kinda, and you could HAVE A CONVERSATION IN A REASONABLE TONE but nobody could overhear you or really see you at all, you were in a big room full of people so you weren’t alone or awkward but you were just in a little corner with your friends so nobody bothered you and the staff was great, they’d check in a lot but wouldn’t hover, it was fabulous, plus we’d been going there ten years and knew the owner so they were really nice to us
AND THE LANDLORD KICKED THEM OUT TO RENT THE SPACE TO SOMEONE ELSE AFTER FIFTEEN YEARS
I WILL NEVER NOT BE MAD
it’s a fucking chain restaurant or something now i don’t know i’ll never set foot in there again but i will forever mourn
also they had a dish that was unappealingly named poo-tots but it was POUTINE made over TATER TOTS which is the MOST AMAZING THING IN THE WORLD.
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deputychairman:
The nighttime economy: a recommendation
I went out last night and I wore a dress and contact lenses and everything, and I met my friends in this bar called Gin Córner (not Gin Corner: Gin Córner. Whatsapp corrected it in the group chat so that accent’s important): a place which - wait for it - serves a lot of gin, and within a minute of sitting down some old guy came up to us and over the music offers to “give us a hand.” And we’re like, no thanks dude, good of you to offer but we can sit on bar stools and consume gin without any assistance whatsoever, inwardly regretting having bothered to wear dresses, but he stays there repeating himself until we wearily accept that the only way to get him to go away is to engage. At which point it becomes clear he isn’t offering to give US a hand, he’s asking FOR a hand, and we reluctantly lean a little closer to hear him over the music, expecting a rude joke we can laugh tiredly at and send him on his way, when he holds out a handful of change and asks if we can buy him cigarettes from the vending machine all of 3 steps away. “Why can’t you do it?” we ask: “I’m too drunk!” he replies candidly.
And that’s why bars for grownups should turn the music down
my FAVORITE BAR IN THE WORLD
(we take a moment here to mourn and gather ourselves)
was in a BIG OLD BUILDING, big single room all antique tin ceiling and old wood everywhere and brass fixtures all around, sort of split-level, ok, the bar was up and to the left and middle level, and then to the right, you could go down into a seating area, and then there was a balcony above there you could go up to for more seating area, and so if you wanted you could sit at the bar and if it wasn’t busy that was nice, and if it was busy you could go down to the tables and it was quiet there, some of the booths were tucked under the balcony, not too low but insulated a bit, brick walls, old church pews kinda, and you could HAVE A CONVERSATION IN A REASONABLE TONE but nobody could overhear you or really see you at all, you were in a big room full of people so you weren’t alone or awkward but you were just in a little corner with your friends so nobody bothered you and the staff was great, they’d check in a lot but wouldn’t hover, it was fabulous, plus we’d been going there ten years and knew the owner so they were really nice to us
AND THE LANDLORD KICKED THEM OUT TO RENT THE SPACE TO SOMEONE ELSE AFTER FIFTEEN YEARS
I WILL NEVER NOT BE MAD
it’s a fucking chain restaurant or something now i don’t know i’ll never set foot in there again but i will forever mourn
also they had a dish that was unappealingly named poo-tots but it was POUTINE made over TATER TOTS which is the MOST AMAZING THING IN THE WORLD.
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