The Crooked Cue

Today, I went with Hobo and Girlfriend to a new bar.

Hobo is so named because he once spent a week on my couch, and Girlfriend is called girlfriend because she is my girlfriend. It's pretty simple.

Anyways, we went to The Crooked Cue, which is in Port Credit, near the waters of Lake Ontario. Despite the stench of the dead-cat-polluted water, the bar itself is actually in a really nice location. I could almost say it's the city's 'club scene', but I won't because that would be an embarrassment.

The Cue is nice in the sense that it has over 20 billiard tables. That's the game known as pool, or snooker, or a variety of other stupid-sounding names, wherein you poke a ball at other balls with a long stick. This is starting to sound like a gay porn.

We didn't end up playing pool, but we did try a variety of drinks. I had a 'James Bond'. It's what James Bond drinks in the James Bond movies.

Hobo had a beer brewed in a local microbrewery. I tried some and it was surprisingly good for a beer I suspect has large amounts of water from the nearby lake.

[Local residents.]