After aborted attempts to visit Harry's Bar (closed Sundays) and Amicus Apple (smelly with douchebags, according to my son), we end up in this basement cocktail bar close to our home. An Innis & Gunn for me, and because Linus is a working class Protestant, a Tennents for him.
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You forgot to mention that I walked into the door on the way out. Thanks for that. I'll post this anonymously so no one knows who this is.
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