Revisiting Kintyre some weeks back (one can see the snow in the photograph below), I saw a new building, called the Time Lock Pub. Admiring the clever name, the bank vault time locks above the door, and the gargoyle guarding the entrance, I decided to stop in for a pint. All right, to be honest, I would have stopped in for a pint had I simply hated the building.
The wall hangings continue the theme, and the tables themselves are accurate time pieces.
No barkeep was present, so I took the liberty of wandering behind the bar and pouring myself a large Grand Marnier. Oh, and I had a slice of cake as well. Send me the bill.
