I have not spent a lot of time perched on a bar stool. I had a mojito at the lobby bar of the Caribe Hilton San Juan, they claim to have invented it. I have stood at a zink bar counter in Montmartre looking up at Sacre Coeur indulging in a small Abbey De Leff in the middle of the afternoon. I had brunch and bloody marys with one of our favorite bloggers at a bar in the valley of the sun. Oh and raw oysters and cold beer at a bar overlooking the Pacific Ocean near San Diego, life as it should be.
A part of me fears sitting at bars. This undoubtedly goes back to my childhood, my parents prejudice transfered to me. You would think as an adult I would get over that, I am passing beyond adult into old farthood. Maybe I will get over it, maybe I won't.
Fear not the alley, the darkish side street. For good things are often found there.
I don’t do it often now, but in my past I spent A LOT of time perched on bar stools. Usually very nice places and usually very social.
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DeleteI hardly drink, so don’t want to take up the space, especially when sitting for an hour with others who are getting lit.
DeleteI am loathe to mention Melbourne's laneway culture as the hidden away bars are not places I would feel comfortable in but they are really great for young people.
ReplyDeleteOysters and beer in San Diego overlooking the sea sounds rather nice. I am truly impressed by a zinc bar counter looking up at Sacre Coeur.
Pacific oysters are the best
DeleteI enjoy a nice beverage in a cocktail lounge every now and then as a special treat when traveling.
ReplyDeleteI've been to a few bars in my day but hardly ever sitting at the bar. I preferred the dance floor.
ReplyDeleteI can't dance, or at least I don't think I can, and that is much the same.
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