The James Joyce

Spoken in an Irish brogue:

I stumbled upon this pub of sorts
It's focus drink and darkened wood
Sitting here amongst the snobby cohorts
In a Santa Barbara neighborhood

The barkeep was amiable
In an offhand way
And served the drinks
That quelled my stay

I spoke to her of the namesake drink
Expecting it a frequent choice
But visitors may not highly think
And order in their lowly voice

And so it was I had me drinks
And stumbled on me rambling way
Into the salty air
To stumble 'round another day

FYI, here is The James Joyce Cocktail, order it up:

* 1 1/2 ounces Irish whiskey
* 3/4 ounce sweet vermouth
* 3/4 ounce Cointreau
* 1/2 ounce fresh lime juice

And now to close with an actual poem by Joyce himself which is fitting for the central coast:

All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters

All day I hear the noise of waters
Making moan,
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
Forth alone,
He hears the winds cry to the water's
Monotone.

The grey winds, the cold winds are blowing
Where I go.
I hear the noise of many waters
Far below.
All day, all night, I hear them flowing
To and fro.

James Joyce

@SBJamesJoyce

There were a lot of young, young people out at night, and after awhile looking for a place w/ people just a bit closer to our age, the cab driver recommended this place. A lot of the people here were quite a bit older than "our age," but overall, it was a nice mix of people, young and old, listening to live music and dancing the lindy-hop - several of them were really good. Didn't expect to see a place like this; it was very cool.

Great music, great people