At Callahan’s you’ll meet puns that’ll make you wish you were dead. At the Drum, you’ll meet Huns who’ll happily grant that wish.
At the Drum, you’ll rub elbows with barbarians and librarians (well, one Librarian…with very odd elbows). At Callahan’s, you’ll rub whatevers with the Duck and a quack (I mean, come on… Doc’s main form of therapy is to send his patients to Callahan’s).
So what are you up for? Jokes to make your head hurt? Or a badly hurt head?
Callahan’s, hans…I mean hands down. I love puns, and the Sacred Rule means that I won’t be bothered unless I want to be. At The Drum, however, I will be bothered whether I want to be or not. I lack the reach of the Librarian, and I am sorely out of practice with my broadsword.
Besides, I can get good beer at Callahan’s. No telling WHAT is in the slop the serve at the Drum. I think it’s made with “water” from the Ankh too!
The Drum would be a good place to watch, as in a sitcom. But for planting your keister somewhere with good drinks and low risk, Callahan’s wins hands down.
(Not for me, though – I’m hangin’ around Lady Sally’s House. )
Hmm, I wonder if there’s any connection to the fact that Fast Eddie’s face is usually described as similar to a wrinkled monk…I mean ape.
And are we limiting this to just Callahan’s, or is Mary’s and The Place valid choices? Every since reading Callahan’s Key, I think I’d like to take a trip to Key West one of these days.