And from what I gathered, the boy had been learning fast

[sovay]

derspatchel and I had dinner at Saloon. There is no sign; there is a lamp, a discreet doorman, and a downward flight of stairs. He said it was the closest thing to a speakeasy he knew in Boston nowadays. Most of the menu is alcohol. There's vaulting on the ceiling. All it lacks is a honky-tonk upright and lapel pins.

It was not on the menu, but the bartenders made me a Bunny Hug.

(The waiter who carried the request said dubiously, after I described the proportions of the drink, that she'd pour it down the sink, too.)

It was terrific.

Here's to you, Mordecai.

Comments

[sovay]

Next time I'm in the Jekyll and Hyde, I'll ask for a Bunny Hug.

I still love that you have a local bar of that name. It sounds so ominous about its effect on the clientele.

I think I'm developing a Mordecai crush. It's the pince-nez and disapproving expression!

I started reading Lackadaisy because I wanted to know who the cranky-looking fellow with the glasses in the down-right corner was. The fact that the rest of the comic turned out to be a thing of meticulously researched, wittily drawn ultraviolent beauty was in many ways kind of a bonus.

[ashlyme.livejournal.com]

*its effect on the clientele*

I tend to zig-zag a lot after leaving, which is not extraordinary... If you're ever in this part of the world, I'll take you there.


I'll have to start reading Lackadaisy properly; the art's exquisite.

[sovay]

If you're ever in this part of the world, I'll take you there.

Deal!

I'll have to start reading Lackadaisy properly; the art's exquisite.

I really recommend it. I just wish I didn't have to wait . . .