cicerone imposter wrote:This is Smokey Joe's? I had the impression we were at cav's pub and grill.
What my illegal immigrant staff choose to do in their spare time is no concern of mine. :wink:
Umm, in the mean time, enjoy the food. Tonight's special is grilled pork tenderloin, in a chipotle-apricot marinade, sesame crusted with 'three sisters' salad, black beans, fresh corn and butternut squash.
I'll have a gin and Ting to start off the long weekend. Maybe with some of those mixed root veg fries, and a large order of clam strips. Is there any more of that chipotle sauce?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Hello, everyone!
(hears shouts of 'hello, drom' back)
I just thought that I'd drop in for a pineapple juice.
(Picks up deserts list, inconspicuously.)
Actually, it goes back to Mayan tradition, and Native American tradition, in describing the bounty of the harvest, beans, corn, squash, a complete vegetarian protein, and a sustainable diet in ancient Meso-America. My memory is a bit rusty regarding the real origin of the term, culinarily, but I'm pretty sure it's from the Maya.
Hey, this pub is great! Love the Irish band! Rockin', baby! Bring me another beer and let's all sing some Irish folk songs!
Uh oh, the band is getting rowdy and I sense a Pogues cover coming on...
McCormack and Richard Tauber are singing by the bed
There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head
There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands
You need one more drop of poison and you'll dream of foreign lands
When you pissed yourself in Frankfurt and got syph down in Cologne
And you heard the rattling death trains as you lay there all alone
Frank Ryan bought you whiskey in a brothel in Madrid
And you decked some ******* blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair
And in the Euston Tavern you screamed it was your shout
But they wouldn't give you service so you kicked the windows out
They took you out into the street and kicked you in the brains
So you walked back in through a bolted door and did it all again
At the sick bed of Cuchulainn we'll kneel and say a prayer
And the ghosts are rattling at the door and the devils in the chair
You remember that foul evening when you heard the banshees howl
There was lousy drunken bastards singing "Billy in the bowl"
They took you up to midnight mass and left you in the lurch
So you dropped a button in the plate and spewed up in the church
Now you'll sing a song of liberty for blacks and paks and jocks
And they'll take you from this place you're in and stick you in a box
Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout we'll have another round
At the graveside of Cuchulainn we'll kneel around and pray
And God is in heaven, and Billy's down by the bay
Yeah!! Now it's a party!
Psst! Cav! The health inspector's here. What's the usual tip? I forgot.
Yeaahhhhhh!!! I love these guys! I'm jumping up on this dirty, beer-splattered, oak table and dancing!!! WEEEEYAAAAAHHHH!
panzade wrote:Psst! Cav! The health inspector's here. What's the usual tip? I forgot.
Erm, free drinks and a Russian mail-order bride catalogue.
invitation accepted
Hello all Virtual Pub patrons!
Nice place!
Does anyone know where I can find a phone book in this place? I want to browse the yellow pages. My dear friend has a high-mileage broom and I fear the bristles are getting worn down to nubs. I'd like to recommend a good broom re-bristling repair shop.
In the meantime, I'd like to order a screw driver.
And Cav...I'm talking about the kind of screw driver that contains orange juice and vodka....
Oh wow, we could smell that pork tenderloin roasting 10 miles out to sea! We came back in just to get some. I hope it's not all gone.
Eduardo's sailboat...er, I mean yacht...is really gorgeous. We've been watching first-run movies from his satellite dish and playing with his pet tiger. (Nice kitty!) Eduardo has to leave tomorrow to pick up some friends in Baja that are waiting for him. So we've just got tonight. Cav, can you hurry that pork? Make it "to go" and throw in a bottle of your best pinot (or whatever you suggest.)
Hey Kicky! Pass the pork rinds you hog!
Debra, It's an automatic telephone; you just need to ask for your party by name and address, and it dials automatically.
As for the pork, it's done, and as for the screwdrivers, the OJ is fresh squeezed, and we'll just add a dash to a honking glass of Grey Goose vodka for Debra and any other takers.
This is a much friendlier bar than the one I'm used to!
I'll have an iced tea, please!
This is a great pub, you're right, Bodhisattva. All we need now is some music. Maybe Occom and Kicky will do a duet? (Or, more pragmatically, we could try to get BPB's band in..)
