Ok, back in the good ole days on hump Wednesday we would head for the bar- ah the neighborhood bar. In Boston I figured out early on that everyone did not head to "where everyone knows your name" but to the closest place to imbibe. Literally if you worked in a restaurant, you would go to the nearest bar to yours and if you worked in a hospital you would go to the bar across the street. When I worked in the bar business, we did in fact go to the closest watering hole, even the one you worked in, if you could get away with that. And when I worked in the hospital, yup right across the street - closest one. Tonite, right out of my fridge - Pinot Grigio - not as interesting as in Boston. C'est la vie. Cheers!
1 year ago