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| - Damn you Calgary - share the pub wealth with your fair weather neighbours! If you were to send over just one or two of your nifty little pubs, I promise we'll stop talking about seafood quality in all our reviews. Deal?
I'd steal The Ship. This little (not at all) local haunt is pretty damn well up my alley - from the live drinking tunes, to the somewhat blasé but epically entertaining service staff, to the access of rib sticking food to cure hangovers... it soundly gets this Newfoundlanders stamp of approval. (Hey, I said i'd stop talking about seafood, not our inherent ability to judge a good brew haunt.)
They've got some sweet local beers on tap, as well as your basic Sunday morning classics - namely Strongbow (it's like beer for babies. Headache approved.) I only went in the one time, but the food was decent pub grub (if a little under seasoned), the patio was packed and it's a sweet spot to people watch (and if you're lucky, comes with a cute bulldog to make faces at. Bulldogs always win bonus points.)
So would I go again? Yup.
If I lived here, would I frequent this place for both hangover remedies and the libations that cause their need? You betcha.
Did I have a moment where I thought - you know what? I could see myself living here, sipping beer on this patio every sunny day while my sidecar motorbike and doggle wearing, kerchief clad bulldog Frankie hangs out next to the railing? Momentarily.
You're wearing this stubborn lass down Calgary. Good on ya.
Go here. Drink booze. Talk to strangers and win Sunday.
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