Jolly Roger Bar

JAUNTING through the tavern door, I STRODE into the Jolly Roger, a bustling bar in Fortitude Valley, Brisbane. I was met with the unmistakable scent of ADVENTURE and the hearty laughter of fellow SEA DOGS!

COUNT the skull and crossbones. INSIDE: graffiti on the walls! STICKERS, lanterns hanging from the roof, and behind the bar are assorted pirate TRINKETS, cool!

I took a seat at the bar, and caught the eye of the BARKEEP, a burly fellow with a THICK beard.

“What’ll it be, Cap’n?” (He may or/may not have called me Cap’n)

“Scotch and dry,” I say with a growl. “Make it a double.” (also maybe)

As he’s mixing the MIX, I spy HOOKS under the bar. I LOVE THESE. Perfect for the little wristlet I had on me-

(Pausing here for the blokes to Google: wristlet)

so I hung that up and sipped my SCOTCH, like the lady that I am.

The Jolly Roger was ALIVE that night. A fine WATERING HOLE this side of the seven seas good side of THE VALLEY.

If pinball’s your game – there’s machines up the back, but for this evening I was quite content sitting at the bar, being all BARFLY like.

Until next time, may yer sails be full and yer adventures grand!

4.5 chicks out of 5