On a recent pilgrimage back to the motherland, I met up with a bunch of old friends from the hood and we went to Hurley's for finger food and drinks. Somehow I blinked and it was 1am.
Food was OK, drinks were in my hand and the band played in another room so we hardly heard them.
It's a bar on Crescent street in Montreal in the Summer during Jazz Fest and it wasn't packed with teenagers... all good in my book.