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Captain’s Log: The Beak & Barrel
Avast! We dropped anchor at Beak & Barrel, a lively little tavern where the galley serves naught but appetizers—no hearty entrees, matey, just small plates to keep a sailor peckin’. The house rules be carved in driftwood: two drinks minimum and 45 minutes ‘til they heave-ho ye out. Blink slow and you’ll be walkin’ the plank back to the promenade.
Landing a table? Trickier than sightin’ land in a fog bank. Ye’ll likely stand or squeeze in with strangers, shoulder-to-shoulder like sardines in a rum barrel. Still, the vibes be festive—more dockside market than captain’s quarters.
Treasure o’ the night: the missus ordered a potion served in a ceramic skull, and by thunder, she loved it. Proper pirate flair—cool goblet, cool drink, happy crew. Me beer, however, arrived warmer than a sunbaked deck—that’s grounds for mutiny in my code. As for the octopus appetizer, it sailed in “just okay”—more barnacle than bounty, neither shipwreck nor treasure chest.
Credit where due: Craig, our deckhand for the evening, steered a steady course—friendly, quick on the draw, and didn’t leave us adrift. A good lad, that one.
Verdict: We’ll return once the hype tide recedes, hoping for a longer voyage and colder grog. If ye crave spectacle, quirky cups, and a swift raid o’ small bites, hoist your sails. If ye seek a lingering feast, best bide your time ‘til the winds be calmer.
Booty Rating: 🏴☠️🏴☠️🏴☠️½ out of 5
Pros: Skull goblet magic, lively vibe, solid service from Craig
Cons: Warm beer, octopus mid, no entrees, 2-drink shakedown + 45-minute keelhaul, tricky seating with strangers
Fair seas, Beak & Barrel—tighten the rigging on that beer and you’ll have a tavern worthy of legend.