panzade, depends in which country this pub is ... (hopefully not the US :wink: )
Rick d'Israeli wrote:In the case of 'talking about whatever': the weather at the moment is absolutely not what is supposed to be. This has been the rainiest August of the last fifty years (...) I need something warm at the moment. Anything you recommend cav?
Take it from a Wisconsin boy, nothing will warm you faster than hot apple cider with the Captain (Morgan). Very yummy!
And how can I get a cheap cider around here?
Rick, it's really not that bad here...in fact it's wonderful. I wouldn't live anywhere else.
Hmmmm...I think the pub's in all the world...it's a world pub
Which means I can legally drink alcohol? (something I can do here back in the Netherlands, but can't in the US)
Yes, in a virtual pub everyone can drink...regardless of age
K, somebody toss me an alexander's, and quick!!
The beauty of a cyberspace pub is that everyone can drink regardless of age, and we don't worry about drunks because hey, it's a 'virtual' pub. SUFP, would that be an Alexander of the brandy or Kieth's variety? We have both.
Sure I'll have an Okanagan Panzade...Thanks
May I kindly remind on the AA-meeting which takes place in the first back room, aside the one with the illegal poker and the séparrées?
AA meetings...well, I know there are both detox and retox rooms, which we modelled after The Simpsons. In honour of Barney, a five minute chip still gets you a Pabst.
Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer...say, we're outta that...have to go down in the cellar.
panzade wrote:Pabst Blue Ribbon Beer...say, we're outta that...have to go down in the cellar.
I was rather shocked to find out that Pabst, without advertising, seems to have become something of a staple at artsy-fartsy gallery openings and other similarily pretentious events. Who would have thunk it?
What? Now we gallery folk have to serve Pabst? (when we do serve wine it is from a place called Grocery Outlet, heh.)
Myself, I'll skip the cider and go for an nice aged Calvados in a great glass, with a silver bucket of ice within arms reach. Hmm, I bet there are some nice snacks that would go with that... I believe that wing chair is waiting for me, the one next to the poetry books and the a2k crowd. I have to relax a bit before I can move on out and get into meringue-ing. (Lousy dancer, y'know.)
Reminds me, there was a fusty used bookstore cafe in Venice... maybe I can find it online..
We have some nice Clavados, osso, not your usual fare, special import and all.
Well, Calvados should be good for my clavicles.
I am temperate from time to time, and think we should stock our pub with quite a selection of zesty potables sans the ethanol.
Well, the estate of Gene Roddenberry has offered up a lifetime supply of synthahol.
Ahhhh Roddenberry 2057...that'll be a good vintage.
