Friday, 26 February 2010

Beer Hall Republic, Glasgow.

I spent a magical afternoon here a few days ago. Magical because it is always great drinking in the afternoon during a week day. One gains a sense of freedom, no matter how often one is reminded that such escape is only temporary. It was magical because below street level there is hidden a treasure trove of world beers to be tasted and sampled.

It was magical because there works here an ozzy barmaid who is utterly beautiful and appeared to go by the name of Viper. Her name was magical, especially for an Australian but it was too good to be true..., when her shift ended the next barmaid also had the name of Viper on the reciept. No matter, she was helpful and friendly without being overbearing. She was also charming, partly because she had a very shy smile for someone so physically striking.

There was an array of Pizza. The Wild Boar and the Duck was particularly tastey. This was perfect beer food to soak up the alcohol and prepare for another round.

This is the type of place a great Russian writer might while away the daylight hours, dreaming of the next masterpeice while observing all around him. This is the kind of place cut away from throngs of everyday life. This was a place for busy contemplation.

It was snowing outside. Not that one needed an excuse to remain, tucked away undergrond below the streets in the centre of Glasgow. One could could easily remain here for years without getting bored. It was also a place full of forgetfulness. It was a place to forget the trival issues of everyday concerns.

I will remember to return one day.

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