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| - i was sad to see kubo radio leave the premises, but in its stead and with a boisterous bang, came The Roy Public House. every time i pass by this place its packed.
its decked out in the standard old victorian look which includes textured wallpaper, brass, wood, dividers with small windows to symbolically sequester patrons from surrounding hubbub. the thing though, is that probably no one who visits this place is interested in a romantic night or intimate conversation.
we were talking about classic eighties shows when i was there (seemingly classic to everyone but me because i couldnt recall one of them) and the two waiters, decked out in black shorts and grey hair, felt completely at ease piping in to give us their take on the programs that made them the men they were today as well.
to accompany the fray of television debates, was a total and not missed lack of music. strange but true. i was also happy to see that (peculiarly) the television up on the wall was turned off. i understand going to a bar to watch a game with your buddies i suppose...though i never do it, but i rather enjoy going to the pub to TALK with my buddies and try the food...
so we had dinner before we arrived, but the few guinness that warmed my belly were lonely without their accompanying apps. the one i chose without hesitation, to properly compliment my beer was the guinness coated deep fried riblets. now i dont quite know if that was the proper name for this dish, nor do i quite remember whether they were battered with a guinness infused breading, BUT firstly...who cares,....secondly, they arrived in an instant, as if some pointy eared vulcan behind the grill in back said "beam them riblets up, scotty." finally, they were SO GODDAMN GOOD. the meat was tender; it fell off the little flat bones easily (so flat i could have kept them to skip on puddles outside) and the accompanying sauce was just the perfect bonus - i say that because should they have run out of it, the dish would still have been awesome.
the crowd, at last, was surprisingly and warmly, mid thirties and above. in fact, my friend was telling me as we were sitting there, that her and her family would go to the pub every friday night when they were younger to dinner and some beers. and it feels like that. it feels like you could come here with buddies, but also for a tasty meal, comforting in nature, surrounded by a jovial crowd, those serving, those being served, all being served by the notion of community and raucous ol good time.
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