Category Archives: Drinking

The Harp – Covent Garden London

February 5, 2012 – 9:42 am

Brock Dundee led the way to the Harp. “Last year it was voted the best pub in England Harp,” the Scot announced with proprietarily pride, as we walked through Covent Garden purpose. “Does that mean the beer is warm and the food bad?” Back in the 70s the East Village Social Club had a sign [...]

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LUCKY IN LOVE by Peter Nolan Smith

January 5, 2012 – 12:12 pm

The dawn sun rose over the eastern mountains and flooded the Bonneville Salt Flats. The Torino station wagon was parked several miles off the interstate. At that distance even the trucks’ throttling diesels were waffled by the dry wind. I sat up on my sleeping bag. The red sun tinted the salt flats with a [...]

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Paffgen Brewery

December 20, 2011 – 3:50 am

Last evening I dined at Paffgen Brauerei, the last family brewery in Cologne. The beer served at this establishment is called “Kölsch” once the most popular beverage in the city. Once a dark beer, the draught’s color was changed to resemble a pilsner. It is still served from the keg at Paffgen and I ordered [...]

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Live Long and Prosper – Iowa

December 17, 2011 – 9:42 am

Wilbur Harrison had a hit with KANSAS CITY. My schoolmate, Joe Fielder, traveled to the Paris of the Plains in 1965. The police caught him in St. Louis. He escaped through the bathroom window. The 14 year-old reached KC the next day. He ordered a steak and then rode a Greyhound to the South Shore [...]

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ROUGH ROAD by Peter Nolan Smith

December 11, 2011 – 4:50 am

Peru sucked in 1995. The capitol city Lima sucked even more. I had spent the better part of two days trying to score a bag of cocaine. The airport police had fingered me as a user. They weren’t wrong. An undercover squad had tailed my ventures into the slums. Their obvious presence had scared off [...]

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