Canadian Pubs
In the first half of the 20th century there was a cadre of rabid temperance fanatics that campaigned for prohibition like they had over in the States. Failing in that, they set about removing any chance of pleasant social interaction and enjoyment while drinking in public. You were not allowed more than two small glasses of beer at a time nor could you hold a beer while standing. You were not allowed to bring in your mother, wife or girlfriend. Barren rooms filled with sad men, arguing quietly whether Canadian, Blue or OV was the only beer worth drinking, and whether Ford, Chev or Dodge was the only car worth driving. If you nodded off you would be frog marched out the back door. You weren't allowed to wear a hat.

In the sixties it loosened up a bit, but there was always the assumption that habituating a beer parlour was something to be ashamed of. By the seventies there was entertainment, pretty good rock or country bands, and shakers up close enough you would catch the breeze when they queefed. But always with the assumption that this was only slightly better than getting drunk on vanilla extract in the bushes by the river.

Didn't stop me going though.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 16:41, 21 replies)

You can get drunk on vanilla extract?
*googles*

Doh, seems you have to buy super-expensive stuff for this to work (the vanilla oils are extracted with booze). I was hoping to become the sweetest smelling bum in history.

Still, have a click for informations.
(SimianKid internet faffer, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 16:59, closed)

I was hoping to become the sweetest smelling bum in history.
out of context immature LOL
( rachelswipe with a fork, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 17:03, closed)

1/2 litre 'reserve size' artificial vanilla extract
40 proof $9

'reserve size' because it is popular in dry 'First Nations' reservations.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 18:32, closed)

Disproving that Canadians are dull there.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 17:48, closed)

Wait. I don't mean 'disproving', do I? Demonstrating. That's it.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 17:49, closed)

"You were not allowed more than two small glasses of beer at a time nor could you hold a beer while standing."
That actually seems quite sensible.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 18:33, closed)

You appalling fucking AIDS.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 19:23, closed)

I do wonder how you'd get from the bar to your seat, though.
Maybe Canadians are skilled at scooting along on their bottoms?
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 23:19, closed)

You had to be served

(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 23:28, closed)

Count me in!
Table service in the pub is great - found that out in Amsterdam, a quick nod to the barkeep, and more beer comes your way.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 8:57, closed)

Continental woofter.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 9:13, closed)

What can I say?
I like my trips to the pub to be relaxing.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 9:53, closed)

As long as you stay in the back lounge and drink sherry with the other ladies.

( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 10:19, closed)

So long as you're content to ferry drinks and empties back and forth,
I'll be content to entertain the ladies with tales of my manly exploits.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 12:06, closed)

'drinks' plural?
Nonononono. One small glass and you make it last.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 12:32, closed)

The surly staff are really undermining this theoretical pub.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 16:06, closed)

We tolerate dogs and Irish.
Don't expect us to tolerate lezzers and women's libbers too.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 16:09, closed)

Oh God yeah, I remember them well. You couldn't buy liquor or wine, only beer. About the only other places to drink were the local Legions, where most of the same rules applied if I remember right. Ten cents (later a quarter) for a small draft, a haze of tobacco smoke about three feet off the floor, pickled eggs and stale chips.
(Smudge the Demon, Tue 11 Feb 2014, 23:58, closed)

Don't you be dissing pickled eggs.
Don't you fucking dare.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 9:14, closed)

These days, in Manitoba at least
It's all horribly expensive as well, because someone fell in a river and drowned after going to a happy hour
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 10:50, closed)

He got the meddling gubment to ban happy hour
The cunt.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Wed 12 Feb 2014, 15:05, closed)