The Fuzz
Staberinde
The Dog's Bollocks
The sign that hung over the pub in the 1990's was admired by many, until the proprietor, Gerry Hicks, was prevailed upon to take it down. Apparently, a grinning bulldog with his back end facing out of the sign was considered a bit vulgar.
This place was originally set up as a bit of a tourist trap, with (fake) sailing paraphernalia hung on the walls, artificially weathered wooden panelling, and carefully dirtied rough plaster on the walls.
In the couple of decades since, a bunch of the artificial trappings have been slowly replaced by the real thing. The place flooded back in 2007, and the fittings put in after the water receded have been battered and worn the traditional way. Because the pub is so close to the docks, fishermen and seafood merchants have adopted it as a watering hole, and the place is well regarded for a hot whiskey on a miserable day.
Try the fried clam roll, with the sweet potato fries.
The owner, Hicks, is a bit wider these days, a bit greyer too. Still a cheerful bloke, does the afternoons behind the bar. Nightshifts are generally covered by a younger crew, including Billy, a big handsome looking bloke who wears an apron and keeps his dreadlocks tied back while he's on duty. Billy also happens to be a well respected Fairest of the Summer court, who won't abide by any fights inside the bar, but will happily award points for brawls outside.
The sign that hung over the pub in the 1990's was admired by many, until the proprietor, Gerry Hicks, was prevailed upon to take it down. Apparently, a grinning bulldog with his back end facing out of the sign was considered a bit vulgar.
This place was originally set up as a bit of a tourist trap, with (fake) sailing paraphernalia hung on the walls, artificially weathered wooden panelling, and carefully dirtied rough plaster on the walls.
In the couple of decades since, a bunch of the artificial trappings have been slowly replaced by the real thing. The place flooded back in 2007, and the fittings put in after the water receded have been battered and worn the traditional way. Because the pub is so close to the docks, fishermen and seafood merchants have adopted it as a watering hole, and the place is well regarded for a hot whiskey on a miserable day.
Try the fried clam roll, with the sweet potato fries.
The owner, Hicks, is a bit wider these days, a bit greyer too. Still a cheerful bloke, does the afternoons behind the bar. Nightshifts are generally covered by a younger crew, including Billy, a big handsome looking bloke who wears an apron and keeps his dreadlocks tied back while he's on duty. Billy also happens to be a well respected Fairest of the Summer court, who won't abide by any fights inside the bar, but will happily award points for brawls outside.
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