This place is so cool I can hardly talk about it. It's like a mullet: business in the front, party in the back. And I mean that literally - the front room is a cozy Irish pub where the chillest people work (and you know I don't throw the word "chill" around), while the back room has a stage and a giant disco ball and the speakers from U2's "Vertigo" tour. This room is used for concerts and dance parties and, of course, weddings. As if that wasn't enough, there's also a second floor with mismatched, antique couches artfully arranged all about, as well as a rooftop bar with a view of the many brick buildings of Lancaster. Majestic.
Our guide (also named Bill) gave us a tour and some ideas of what other people have done. I don't want to give anything away in case we decide to use them, but we spent the entire time looking at each other like this:
Basically, the place is awesome. It's right next door to a hotel so people wouldn't have to drive after the wedding, it's downtown so there's a ton to do, and it's more affordable than we thought it would be. So, yay! Also it's fun and quirky and they provide mismatched plates for events and everyone there is so nice. Almost uncomfortably so.
After our tour we pulled odd, high-backed chairs up to a tiny chess table to enjoy a (free!) lunch and discuss our choices. We foolishly forget to get any pictures of the actual building, but here I am pretending to fit in:
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| It's not working. Also featured: Bill's finger |
The moment we sat down, I whipped out my notebook and dove right into a pro/con list, because that's how I do. By the time our sausage rolls arrived we were knee-deep in organization and rapidly coming to a conclusion.
"So...have we really decided?" I whispered excitedly.
The tiniest smile spread beneath Bill's beard. His eyes twinkled merrily as he gave a quick nod.*
AND SO IT IS DECIDED.**
*This is really how I think of him. Like a young St. Nick.
**Unless we come up with a better idea. But for now, it's decided.
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