god bless america, and their liberal drinking laws

you've got to love a place that lets you drink until 4am. in a bar. legally. and where the gin and tonics come in fancy old fashioned glasses, with only a faint whiff of tonic.




this was in the slightly-more-authentically-irish-than-the-other-oirish-pub-on-the-same-block. in this one - the amusingly named Molly Wee - there were proper irish barmen and classic rock on the juke box. in the other one (whose name escapes me) there was drum and bass disco going on.

the molly wee was so nice that - despite pretences of "just-because-it's-open-until-4-it-doesn't-mean-we-have-to-stay-until-4" - we ordered another drink. almost identical to the first, but less colourful:





and then another. and another. you get the picture, i'm sure.