Friday, 19 September 2014 11:05 pm
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deckardcanineI used to dislike Talk Like a Pirate Day, until I realized it didn't have to be about just hackneyed talking. Some of you have seen me quote particular movie pirates in years past. For a more concrete example, Krispy Kreme today offered a free donut to anyone talking like a pirate and a free dozen to anyone dressed like one. (A certain co-worker might just have done that.)
For a short time, I lamented that I no longer work in walking distance of a Krispy Kreme, even tho I never gave them much business when I did. Then I remembered that my new office is just a few doors down from Piratz Tavern! Why pine for junk food of low repute when I could get dinner in a piratical environment?
To my slight surprise, the menu is less surf than turf. I guess they thought pirate = macho = meat = not fish. My meal was about par for restaurants in the area, but I had the added pleasure of costumed wait staff (who didn't react when I said things like "I be needin' a table for one") and interesting music I never hear anywhere else.
And the designated "grog." I never knew it could be so strong and yet so tasty. My waiter identified it as "rum, rum, rum, lime and ginger beer." I don't think it had a visible effect on my behavior, but walking out did feel a bit like walking on a ship at sea. This must be the closest thing to a drunk post I've ever made (a low bar, no pun intended).
Now if you'll excuse me, I plan to play The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker tonight, at least until the pirates reappear.
For a short time, I lamented that I no longer work in walking distance of a Krispy Kreme, even tho I never gave them much business when I did. Then I remembered that my new office is just a few doors down from Piratz Tavern! Why pine for junk food of low repute when I could get dinner in a piratical environment?
To my slight surprise, the menu is less surf than turf. I guess they thought pirate = macho = meat = not fish. My meal was about par for restaurants in the area, but I had the added pleasure of costumed wait staff (who didn't react when I said things like "I be needin' a table for one") and interesting music I never hear anywhere else.
And the designated "grog." I never knew it could be so strong and yet so tasty. My waiter identified it as "rum, rum, rum, lime and ginger beer." I don't think it had a visible effect on my behavior, but walking out did feel a bit like walking on a ship at sea. This must be the closest thing to a drunk post I've ever made (a low bar, no pun intended).
Now if you'll excuse me, I plan to play The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker tonight, at least until the pirates reappear.
