It turns out, the pot of gold that awaited us was a high-density collection of neighbourhood pubs that are clustered around this part of the city. Our first stop was the Drouthy Neebors, with its charming name and sexy exterior. However, we found the interior lacked soul power. Linus was impressed with how inexpensive the beer was. He had a Czech Staropramen while I shunned the lager-heavy tap rotation and went for a bottle of Innis & Gunn.
|Linus enjoying a Czech lager.|