The Bar: The Greyhouse Pub
The Address 139 Water Street
The price Six bucks
Did they ask me if I wanted a lime: No, he just put it in
What was the type of gin: Well gin
What was the gin and tonic like: It was alright, not too memorable, but fine all the same.
The Joint It’s a big old box, with a ton of Football (and I think Rugby) pennants and posters. There is a dart board. Not a bad place for an Irish joint. It was a Sunday and only a few guys were at the bar.
General Impressions Sorry folks, this one will be short and devoid of humor I think. I didn’t have much humor there or even now when I think of being there I ain’t feeling funny typing this.
I was not welcome there. I wasn’t tarred and feathered or called a stinking interloper. The bartender sure showed with his gaze, and his body posture, that he wished I wasn’t there. He and his people talked about business, making a few derogatory comments about certain nationalities. I was not asked if I wanted another drink. I was not asked to leave, but sometimes you don’t have to be told out loud to know what is wanted. I was happy to leave. I am sure the feeling was mutual.
Will I come back: No