So I'm sitting at the bar killing time until the New Country Rehab set starts. I'm drinking a Glenlivet & water, which costs me a whole $5.50. I giggle about that for a good half-hour. Guy walks up, asks the bright, yummy-looking, and fantastically-sincere barmaid on duty for a couple of Scotches on the rocks. She pours Glenlivet as the bar Scotch, charges him eleven bucks for the pair. We stare at each other.
"Did you just order Scotch on the rocks?"
"Yeah, and they poured Glenlivet!"
"I noticed."
Glass of Jameson is $3.50.
Fantastic light over the bar. Bartenders are real people. Patrons aren't assholes. Top-shelf whiskies at Canadian Tire prices. McAuslan beers on tap. Tolerable noise levels. Oh, and usable restrooms.
Any questions?