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It’s raining. The above picture was taken around 9:45 pm. The sun doesn’t set until 10:00 pm.

Like a duck, I braved the mucky weather and headed forth in search of a pub for a pint and some live music.


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It’s easy to see the appeal and charm of an true Irish pub with weather like this. You go from wet, bedraggled and miserable to warm and comfortable in nothing flat.

I almost didn’t recognize it as an Irish pub because there was no bitter, hate-filled, resentment holding, proprietress scowling at the patrons, looking to alienate good people for reasons known only to herself.

Must be a Houston thing…


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6 thoughts on “Quack

  • July 24, 2007 at 6:12 pm
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    Cosmo Brown sez “Moses Supposes a Duckus a Muckus
    Wherein th’ proprietress is mostly stuck uppus”

  • July 25, 2007 at 12:54 am
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    subtle. very very subtle.

  • July 25, 2007 at 9:26 am
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    I almost didn’t recognize it as an Irish pub because there was no bitter, hate-filled, resentment holding, proprietress scowling at the patrons, looking to alienate good people for reasons known only to herself.

    Not that you have any particular place or proprietress in mind, of course. 🙂

  • July 25, 2007 at 10:09 am
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    Not to mention it looks like most of the people in the photo were able to get their drinks while still young, and didn’t have to hock their instruments to pay for said drinks.

  • July 25, 2007 at 1:54 pm
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    “I almost didn’t recognize it as an Irish pub because there was no bitter, hate-filled, resentment holding, proprietress scowling at the patrons, looking to alienate good people for reasons known only to herself. Must be a Houston thing…”

    That has to be the quote of the year … and being from Houston, it means a lot more than it would to those in, say, Chicago or Greeen Bay.

  • August 21, 2007 at 9:29 am
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    almost didn’t recognize it as an Irish pub because there was no bitter, hate-filled, resentment holding, proprietress scowling at the patrons, looking to alienate good people for reasons known only to herself.

    Must be a Houston thing…

    BWAHAHAHA! I heart you Jay Lee. I truly do.

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