Roughly once a year, I begrudgingly make the miserable trek to Rochester, NY for the holidays
The trail of tears leads to the town of Greece, a place I called home for an unfortunate 18 years of my youth.
One of the few decent things about being there is the boozing with old friends.
If you know anything about Greece, it's not renowned for it's entertainment scene.
The Long Pond Pub (LPP for the cognoscenti) is typically the home of crotchety old men, and the curmudgeon class of drunkards.
Over the holidays though, it seems to be overtaken by a (slightly) more vibrant  crowd of folks in town for xmas. Â
Genny cream ale, prices cheaper than dirt, and darts make it a decent experience.