Our local

We have a local pub. A real local pub like one you'd find in Ireland that does draft Guinness and has big wooden tables. You have to edit out the apartment block above it. The place is always, dark, empty and plays jazz. We went there last night for the second time with Michael, Dan and Wilailuck. It was nippy outside so felt nice and snug inside. The barman is frosty but pulls a good pint and knows his whiskeys. We think he's modeled himself on a character in a Haruki Murakami novel. We think the bar should be called Murphy's or Finnegan's, but we asked the barman again about its name: it's Frando (フランド) "because it is like a French bar". No, we couldn't work that one out either. There's nothing French inside, just lots of things with Guinness on. Strange place, but we will be back.