Yukon is a special case of Canada.
Which bar?
Jeez, I don’t know. This is going back about 20ish years now, but I certainly recall talking to the bartender about it.
But this doesn’t always work the way you’re imagining. The average bar, outside of Whitehorse might have 4-6 patrons, and be no bigger than your den! A couple of grizzled prospectors, and at least one guy who’s hammered. And they def know you’re new in town.
So buying ‘a round’, ain’t that hard on your pocketbook, truth be told. That’s not where the danger lies. Even if they don’t get you to ring the bell, one of them will, right after you order your first drink. And then another will, and another.
Thirty minutes later, you’ve had three beverages and there are two more sitting in front of you. You need to leave, NOW! When it occurs to you next, you’ll be sliding off your barstool unconscious!
Drinking with ‘mountain man’ types can be fun. They have amazing stories to share. But you’re not going to remember any of them, you’re just gonna wake up on the floor.
Welcome to Yukon! (You’ve been warned!)
Yukon Jack seems like he would be a fun dude to party with. Hopefully Rudolph could fly us home afterwards.
Sadly, I’m cursed with inches.