Tintin you are correct sir. My great friend Col. Joe always asks for his olives on the side to eliminate the issue.
This wasn't the first cocktail of the afternoon so I'm not exactly sure how the olives got there at all. The bartender, Regina, is one of the greats however so I just trust her judgment. Like a brain surgeon.
The Whitemarsh Valley Inn, Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania.
I have some fuzzy memories from great bars.
ReplyDeleteKnow it well....nice joint....only about 15 min from my place.
ReplyDeleteKnow it well...only about 15 minutes from my place. we must be nearly neighbors
ReplyDeleteLongwing, as do I. I think.
ReplyDeleteMLS, we aren't neighbors, but if we were you could always find me at the WVI, which I contend is the best bar anywhere.
ML
..where's that theme music,
ReplyDelete"It's a Quarter to Three
there's no one in the place
except you and me..."
Cheers, M.Lane
b
haha! Love these photos!
ReplyDeleteThat's almost not a fuzzy pic. With photoshop, it's almost art. I've always been a 2 olive guy, too.
ReplyDeleteBen, as close to art as it gets afer an afternoon sitting at a bar drinking when it is FREEZING out.
ReplyDeletePetunia, wait until you see my NOLA one next month..
Barbara, you are mysterious to me...do I know you? Anyhow, thanks for the reference to my favorite song EVER. I agree.
ML
Isn't the displacement with two olives a little severe?
ReplyDeleteTintin you are correct sir. My great friend Col. Joe always asks for his olives on the side to eliminate the issue.
ReplyDeleteThis wasn't the first cocktail of the afternoon so I'm not exactly sure how the olives got there at all. The bartender, Regina, is one of the greats however so I just trust her judgment. Like a brain surgeon.
ML