The whiskey tenor bartender was one of those guys who calls everyone “Bud” or “Hun” while heartily clapping their back. I’m not at all offended by such behavior, but I wonder about people who feel like they don’t know him well enough to receive that sort of treatment.
I ordered some “award winning” fish tacos (Irish food), and settled in with the perky jazz trumpets while surrounded by friendly bantering fellows. It’s this “hail fellow, well met” comfort that I came here for. Everyone has food, but you can’t go wrong in a pub for atmosphere.
The tacos were delicious, by the way.