But what I find most impressive is not the cutesy clever decor but this emblazoned near the entrance, a charming tragicomic poem, by WB Yeats no less.
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Now, I wonder if this is to encourage Eurodecadent present-day Devdas-wannabes or if it was written with reference to the unbelievably cute-but-interesting male eye candy on view, as Brunch delightfully informs us.
Either way, I like being this way. Not even close to drunk, but happily buzzing. Ah, Yeats, friends and draught beer. What more can one ask from life on a Sunday?
Life is getting increasingly about the little things, is it not? I don't know if it's us aging or the world. Everything hinges on finding that one speck of joy to endure the week. Happy Sunday :)
Ah, the happy highs of life :) Love the verse!
What more, dear Karishma?
Sugar Magnolia, yes, one little thing to keep one going is all one needs. :)
ramya, me too! I cudnt believe I'd found something so amazing near the entrance to what is typically a lounge bar and no more than that. I loved the verse right away!
Susan, joy always, indeed! :)
Love the verse...what is love without a sigh ..and some wine
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