|AN IRISH PUB WANNABE|
Tuesday, 8;15 AM. 72 degrees F, wind W, calm. The sky is an almost cloudless blue and the humidity is low, but there is still a weak front out there somewhere, as the barometer predicts rain.
Yesterday, Labor Day, being truly the end of the tourist season (except for some later leaf peepers and Applefest) we had a hard time finding an open restaurant last evening and ended up again at The Snug, the little Irish-themed tavern in Washburn I critiqued once before. Last night’s experience was equally good; a generous roast beef sandwich with a mountain of home made pub style potato chips, a deli pickle and a draft Guinness, $24 for two.
But I guess we are really out of touch with today’s tavern scene, as we were once again amazed at the clientele lined up at the bar, virtually everyone with their laptop computer or I phone or blackberry, for the most part entertaining themselves, each alone in the crowd.
I can almost hear a whispered conversation between two guys that goes something like this: “Check out the blond with the fantastic Apple laptop.” ‘Yeah, and look at the apps on that brunette’s Blackberry.” And if things ever get really serious a gal and guy will have to determine whether their operating systems are compatible.
I think the old days were much better, when a guy might put a nickel in the juke box and ask a girl to dance, or come up with a lame line such as, “Haven’t we met somewhere?” Now its likely to be, “Haven’t I seen you on a facebook page somewhere?”