A Night to Remember?
Yesterday night I went to check out a new pub called The Cock & Mussel. Sounds promising, doesn’t it. Unfortunately, it didn’t live up to the name. Instead of a British pub filled with brawny sailors, it was atmospherically bland, reminiscent of a small bar in Northern Ontario. The kind of bar where men talk about wood and snowmobiles. There was an ugly fraternity jersey framed on the wall (why??) and all the chairs were faux-tweed and on rollers. The only beer on tap was Catfish. Not the best name for a beer, considering that catfish are bottomfeeders. Rather a disappointing experience, considering I have of late adopted the attitude “This is going to be the best night of my life” whenever I go out. If you live in Winnipeg in winter, you need this sort of incentive to leave the house and brave the bitter frostiness.
Do you remember the best night (or day) of your life? Did it involve a cauliflower and rollerskates? The letter “W” and a bobcat? Coloured drinks and someone with a Norwegian accent?
If you care to share your story/stories, send them to me.