Hammering a Rusty Nail

Home after a night in the bars. Carsten picked me up at work and we went to the Black Knight Pub for draft and typical pub fare of fish and chips and wings. It was crowded and noisy, and reminiscent of those nights 3 decades ago when I spent far too much time drinking.

For a night cap we headed over to the Mackenzie Lounge in the Yellowknife Inn, a favourite haunt in those days from the past. We ordered Rusty Nails, a drink I remembered ordering back then. The server was dubious, because it's pricey--$15.00 and consists of Scotch and Drambuie, a combination she clearly didn't think belonged together. But I needed to try one after all those years, and, oh, it was right smooth. I could have easily downed another drink but, thankfully, didn't, because, as it was, the walk home seemed interminably long on rubbery legs. Formerly, a popular meeting spot, The Mackenzie is a forsaken place now. The bar manager, it turns out, is from Brier Island and the owner, she said, is also from Nova Scotia.