Early Bird Bastard Special?

You know that you're getting old when the thing that beckons you into a bar is a sign outside advertising 'leg of lamb on roll'.  Today being a day off, I headed off to the tavern-laden commercial strip to run some errands, when I saw that sign in front of The Heritage Bar and Restaurant.  After performing the requisite tasks, I found myself inside the aforementioned Heritage, a worthy establishment, ordering a shot of Tullamore Dew with a Guinness stout chaser.  Soon after, the lamb sandwich, the promise of which lured me inside, arrived.  Lamb is my favorite meat (except perhaps the similar-tasting goat), and the sandwich did not disappoint- it was perfectly cooked, tender without a hint of dryness, and dressed with a hint of caramelized onions.  A second Guinness made a capital accompaniment, and a third Guinness a perfect dessert.

It's here where I note that I enjoy day drinking (I told the bartender this, and another patron replied, "The only kind of drinking.").  I enjoy the slight sense of licentiousness that arises when one looks out the window of a dark tavern interior to see the bright sunlight outside.  Even the feeling of blinking, half-blind and slightly buzzed, in the daylight after leaving is pleasant, in a hard-to-describe way.  More salient, hiding away from the news of the day, more-than-typically dire this week, wasn't a bad activity for a couple of hours.

There's time to catch up on the current horrorshow, but sometimes, a person just has to indulge in some low-key hedonism.  I think I might have to make lunches like this a part of the typical running of errands.  The local establishments can use the business, and I can use the R&R.