Saturday night, a week before St. Patrick's Day, we find ourselves at the end of the bar at Haverhill's The Peddler's Daughter. Dave is oft a visitor there with other caregivers (aka drinking buddies), so he's well known to the staff behind the bar like Jen (who he calls Erin) and Nick, and to some of the waitresses. And I've been there many times with Doug and family, so I know the place well.But it was my first time here with my shenanibuddy, and a memorable one at that.
We arrived around 6pm and the bar was hopping but the tables were near to empty. For a Saturday night dinner service that surprised me.
The bartenders hooked us up with black and tans to start, and We watched two people groping each other on the other side of the bar, and the guy they were hanging out with was slamming PBRs in a can and drinking shots of whiskey.
It was an interesting show.
