Still finding new things to do
We went pub hopping on Saturday night and had a great time. After being here one year, we found another Irish Pub called, Druid's Cellar. It's actually better than our regular hang-out, Celtic Ireland. We like our Irish hang-outs because the menus and signs are all in English.
Our New Year's resolution was not to go into a bar or resturant that we'd been to the previous year. So, keeping true to our New Year's resolution, earlier this year we entered into what we'd like to call Brugge's hidden treasure....Lucifernium. Scott and I didn't have enough kahuna's to enter in alone so we enlisted our friend, Doug (who had previously been there) to "get" us in. It's actually right around the corner from our house. The signs are all in Spanish and from what we gather it's only open on Saturdays from 9 until 2am. We were so interested from our first experience that broke our resolution and we went back a second time on Saturday. Here's a recap:
In order to get into the place you have to "ring the bell." (Scary I know, but we did it anyways) As we were waiting for them to open the door a party of about 25 women wearing devils horns and crosses showed up) A few minutes later someone opened the locked door and we all entered in. We found a seat and ordered from their RUM based menu. I ordered a mojito and Scott ordered the Coco. Scott quickly learned that the Coco was a glass full of plain Malibu. As we scanned the crowd, we noticed the devil-horned woman were placing women's panties on men's heads. So we deducted they we selling the underwear....I guess to keep their club going. Sure, devil-horned wearing women with crosses on their clothing, selling underwear. After being here one year, you learn just to go with it....instead of questioning it. It didn't look like Hankie Panky (the best brand of underwear in the world) to me so we past on the opportunity to purchase. The last time we visited we remembered an old "grandpa" like man playing the piano...and he was there again this time. He played "only you" and "i will survive" during our stay there. We've seen the owner of the bar around our side of town driving a huge van with graffiti-like content of doctor-healing powers. To be honest, we were really scared of the van when it parked in front of our house. Last weekend we saw him biking around town. The rumor goes that his wives are the waitresses. (There were at least 6 waitresses in the place...all of Spanish decent) We talked to him while we were there and told him we were neighbors. We managed to speak in Spanish while we were there (the "house" language). Just brushing up for our trip to Spain in September, I guess. On our way out, he informed us that he has to keep the door locked so the noise doesn't bother his neighbors. Anyways, come visit us and stay over a Saturday and we'll show you the weirdest bar you've ever seen!
HAPPY 29th BIRTHDAY JOE!!!!
Our New Year's resolution was not to go into a bar or resturant that we'd been to the previous year. So, keeping true to our New Year's resolution, earlier this year we entered into what we'd like to call Brugge's hidden treasure....Lucifernium. Scott and I didn't have enough kahuna's to enter in alone so we enlisted our friend, Doug (who had previously been there) to "get" us in. It's actually right around the corner from our house. The signs are all in Spanish and from what we gather it's only open on Saturdays from 9 until 2am. We were so interested from our first experience that broke our resolution and we went back a second time on Saturday. Here's a recap:
In order to get into the place you have to "ring the bell." (Scary I know, but we did it anyways) As we were waiting for them to open the door a party of about 25 women wearing devils horns and crosses showed up) A few minutes later someone opened the locked door and we all entered in. We found a seat and ordered from their RUM based menu. I ordered a mojito and Scott ordered the Coco. Scott quickly learned that the Coco was a glass full of plain Malibu. As we scanned the crowd, we noticed the devil-horned woman were placing women's panties on men's heads. So we deducted they we selling the underwear....I guess to keep their club going. Sure, devil-horned wearing women with crosses on their clothing, selling underwear. After being here one year, you learn just to go with it....instead of questioning it. It didn't look like Hankie Panky (the best brand of underwear in the world) to me so we past on the opportunity to purchase. The last time we visited we remembered an old "grandpa" like man playing the piano...and he was there again this time. He played "only you" and "i will survive" during our stay there. We've seen the owner of the bar around our side of town driving a huge van with graffiti-like content of doctor-healing powers. To be honest, we were really scared of the van when it parked in front of our house. Last weekend we saw him biking around town. The rumor goes that his wives are the waitresses. (There were at least 6 waitresses in the place...all of Spanish decent) We talked to him while we were there and told him we were neighbors. We managed to speak in Spanish while we were there (the "house" language). Just brushing up for our trip to Spain in September, I guess. On our way out, he informed us that he has to keep the door locked so the noise doesn't bother his neighbors. Anyways, come visit us and stay over a Saturday and we'll show you the weirdest bar you've ever seen!
HAPPY 29th BIRTHDAY JOE!!!!
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