Here's To the Winnie
Here’s to the secret-cool bar that’s less secret by the day, the Winchester, the ex-dive with gutted old hangers-on and trendy kidsters and the butch lezzie with the breathtakingly elaborate mullet. Here’s to the quiet busboy, and the waitress with kind eyes and a bitchin’ laugh. Here’s to drinking Strongbows and Kilkennys while listening to glam and classic rocks battle the only way they know how. I’ll miss ya, I’m moving, but it’s been real swell this past little while – cheers, pal.