I flatter myself in thinking my recent absence here is notable, but perhaps not. In case it is, I have a litany of excuses all prepared. A good deal of work at client locations, and USMC duty, each necessitating more than a little windshield time. Deadlines on projects requiring crazy workloads. And, there is my inherent laziness. The news, also, chock full o’ one diplomatic and economic disaster after another on the part of this malignant Administation, is hardly inspiring of anything other than typing in ALL CAPS every expletive I can think of. All of the above. Or a combination thereof.
Anyway, my travels took me to Brattleboro for Tuesday and today. I stayed over last night to work into the evening and avoid 140-odd miles of driving, rather than drive home Tuesday and back in the early-early today. So, come 1800 yesterday, me belly be growlin’, and I was looking for a place to eat. Found it!
Ayep! The first name of the proprietor is actually Kipling, to boot. A really nice little English Pub-type place, with a great selection of beers and a great bar selection. Being in such a place, I hoisted a Guiness (for strength), and partook of the fish n’ chips. No ketchup for me, here. Vinegar on the “chips”. The lovely bartender was friendly and welcoming, and it was obvious this place was a neighborhood bar with a legion of loyal elbow-benders. I informed her I was quite a Kipling fan, but her reaction was sort of a “that’s nice”. (I refrained from reciting “Copybook Headings” or “Mandalay”.) The food was superb, by the way, and reasonable. And how can I not go back to Kipling’s next time I am in town? Because, well, a man can raise a thirst. If’n you find yourself in the little town of Brattleboro, Vermont and looking for a good drink and a good meal, I recommend Kipling’s Pub. Tell them Peachy Carnahan sent you.
I should get ahold of the owner and tell him that I have the perfect slogan for his Kipling bar. “You may talk o’ gin an’ beer…”