Growlers and Drums, Oh my!

Growlers, you may assume
are mean spirited people who
growl their way through a conversation
or perhaps dogs who growl
when unsavory characters approach them.

For Jeff, growlers are a wee bit of heaven
in a 2 litre glass vessel.



On a recent Sunday afternoon inland
exploration here in Nova Scotia,
we discovered Paddy's Pub and Brewery.
Beats Tim Horton's any day.

Jeff just happened to have an empty growler

in the back of our Subaru.  Our lovely server

informed Jeff that he pays inside the restaurant

for his growler but has to go outside, down the alley,

ring the bell and wait.  Seriously.

So out Jeff went, receipt in hand.

Down the painted hallway following the Piper.

Another shady figure leads Jeff outdoors to a back alley.

Find The Take-Out door.

Ring the bell.

And Lo and Behold, the door she opens

and out pops a growler.  

Service with a smile.

This pub is about an hour away,

but seeing as I just started Bodhran

(Irish drum) lessons I may have to

check it out on one of their Tuesday night

jam sessions.

     

After all, St. Paddy's Day is just

around the corner.