Another thing to love about Memphis.

[fancycwabs]

We were going to see Musical of Musicals (The Musical) tonight, but Mrs. Cwabs' grandboss and great-grandboss got canned earlier this week (politics and product recall, respectively) and the going-away party is tonight, so I changed the reservations for Sunday.

The going away celebration is at a local sports bar called Fox & Hound, which has some pretentions towards being "English," inasmuch as they serve beer in glasses and two or three of the available beers are also sold in England. There are two of 'em in the Memphis area--some friends of mine and I had gone to the one near work one Tuesday night to receive terrible service, and at the end of the evening to be told by the manager that we weren't allowed to smoke cigars in the smoking section, which is fine but capped off a lousy evening there.

The last time I was at the location that isn't near work, the guy sitting in the booth behind us turned around, tapped me on the shoulder, and asked, "Are yew uh cop? 'Cause if yew are uh cop, yew gotta tell us." After being told that no, I wasn't a cop, the guys pulled out their boxes and started taking hits. The guy stood up, came around to our booth, and addressed us:

Guy: That smells good, don' it?
Me: Uh, noncommital response
Guy (to waitress): Come over here, sweetheart! Gimme somma that!

Nice to see that they're consistent with their smoking policy. I'm thinking I might be elsewhere for the going-away party.

Comments

[redtheblue.livejournal.com]

So why can't you smoke cigars in the smoking section? And is that all it takes to smoke pot in public? I never knew that. If you ask a guy if he's a cop, he has to say "Darn it! Yes," and there's nothing he can do as long as you don't light up right in front of him.