After a long, all-day walk, nothing beats the discovery of a grubby little dive bar to relax and drink in. And it’s even better when said establishment immediately accepts you as an honorary local, while the whole time the real locals loll about drunk despite it still being early doors on a Monday.
Factors that basically made it the perfect place for a thoroughly enjoyable evening.
One which involved comically pronounced coarseness in English. At table, rather than in toilet, vomiting. Plus perhaps most surprising of all, a perplexing marriage proposal of sorts.
Then, a good few hours after arriving, everyone stumbled out. All soothed by the booze consumed, along with equally reassuring feeling that they’d be there again the following day to do it all over again.
Martin says
Great shots! It’s readily apparent that everyone is trashed in a good way. How were you doing at the end?
Lee says
Cheers. Yes, it was funny to walk in and realise that nearly everyone was already wasted. That said, when we finally walked out, we were pretty much the same!
YTSL says
I love that your shots are of happy — at those moments in time, at least! — women as well as men of quite a range of ages. Thanks for not photographing the vomiting. Guess at least one person there drank more alcohol that day than their system could handle! 😉
Lee says
They were a happy bunch. All regulars, so all friends. Or at least it certainly seemed that way. Lie you say, an interesting mix of people too.
Glad to say I didn’t see the vomit either. It happened three seats down, so I could avert my eyes. It was all cleaned up quickly too. So perhaps not an usual event…
cdilla says
What a fantastic set of photographs. With the addition of your description the scene is well and truely evoked in sight, sound and smell.
“Early doors” is a great phrase (and one of my favourite sitcoms). Not heard so much now pubs are open all hours.
That fly paper could sure do with some freshening up, and what are those things that look like small potatoes at the bottom of the glasses in the second photo?
Despite the grime on many surfaces there are incongruously bright spots, like the plate of edamame and the tiny orange tree (I forget the real name).
Perplexing marriage proposal? C’mon, you can’t leave us hanging without being a elucidating a little more.
Lee says
Thanks. Very good to hear those elements came out.
Yes, it was wonderfully grimy. Years of dirt and cigarette smoke gave everything a decidedly yellow/brown hue.
It’s a plum in the bottom of the glass. Umeshu is very popular. Cheap too. In fact shochu in some form or other tends to be the choice of drink in most places like this. On many an occasion we’ve been the only ones drinking beer.
Oh, and as for the proposal of sorts, the lady on the left took something of a shine to me. A request for a few selfies very quickly progressed into me being her choice of husband. Her declaration equally quickly resulting in the others referring to her as my partner. All very, very odd. Although at the time it wasn’t quite so startling due to the distancing haze of those aforementioned beers.