My mothership of bars. Beam me home n
3 trips during my week in Yaletown breaks all my rules. Random acts of drunkenness is required in a city of this size. While I did participate in that scenario, I found Hemingway's home.
After dinner I passed this way and chilled at the bar for a pint or four. The beer was good but what I experienced was a true, neighborhood pub. Everyone knows your name and genuinely asks how you've been.
The beer is cold, the fish and chips rock out with their cod out and the scene is young old, hip to hip replacement. Everyone comes and all are welcome. Oh, try the Pad Thai too.
I'm just happy I could experience it.
Cheer Hemingway's and I'll see you soon