It’s raining. The above picture was taken around 9:45 pm. The sun doesn’t set until 10:00 pm.
Like a duck, I braved the mucky weather and headed forth in search of a pub for a pint and some live music.
It’s easy to see the appeal and charm of an true Irish pub with weather like this. You go from wet, bedraggled and miserable to warm and comfortable in nothing flat.
I almost didn’t recognize it as an Irish pub because there was no bitter, hate-filled, resentment holding, proprietress scowling at the patrons, looking to alienate good people for reasons known only to herself.
Must be a Houston thing…