Feel like a pirate aboard a mighty ship, stocked high with ales, lagers, and golden wheat brews listed on a chalkboard tally board along the wall. Grip the rustic wooden rails as you clamor towards the bar and plunk thyself upon a plank bench with your fellow mates aboard the Barvolo. Look up, rickety lamps sway as your pint glasses empty. Around the communal tables you garble over the raucous roar of strange jobbing pirates nibbling salted nuts and meats for the long journey. Tough beef jerky grips your molars coming off in strings. Mummified meat in mason jar vessels. No meals during off peak times - salt snacks only!
Slake your thirst with local and foreign biers on tap or by the bottle. TIS but a few that can be acquired at ye olde LCBO shoppe. You relieve yourself past the kegs and barrels below deck in the dark underbelly of the vessel, only to reemerge in the galleys to swill more ale whilst the high seas thrash the room about in a spinning haze of merriment and then you realize. Pirates drink rum. :(
Points off fer not havin the full menu for a Monday's eve. And no serving wenches.