Gambrinus.
Gambrinus. It almost sounds dirty if you pronounce it the way people from Saskatchewan pronounce the name of their capital city.
There is a point to this, but, it is to early in the day to get to it.
I will eventually get to talking about the Falstaff Brewery. That is the plan.
Something is going on in the city. It is very busy for the end of July. It is not super-busy. It is busy by July standards. I have been bumping into people from out of town in odd places where I would not normally find them this time of year.
Have you ever had a squirrel living in your walls?
I was conferring with the Peruvian (another one of King’s Angels). Neither of us knows what it is, this quickening of the city’s pulse that has made it skip a beat. Then, she hit on it.
“It’s Tales of the Cocktail, Mr. King.”
Bingo. The mystery is solved.
Now, on to Gambrinus at Ye Olde Falstaff Brewery on a block of Gravier Street you would never visit unless you lived there.