What is/was your favorite place to smoke in public?
In the 1990s there arose a fad in cigar pubs - typically catering to young professionals looking for something that felt high-end to them. Overpriced, mass-produced Central American cigars and single-malt scotches met the task.
I wasn't about that, though.
I lived in Albany, CA in the early '90s, and lived next-door to a place we called THE PUB. Mostly because those two words (in uppercase) were what you could read from the road. What had been a small house on the high street in a sleepy east-bay town had been turned into a "discussion salon", a cafe/pub with 3 porches, a living room turned into a sitting room with chairs, a large coffee table, bookcases and a fireplace. A dining room had a threadbare rug and 2 tables. A back room housed a similarly threadbare couch, end table with stacks of magazines, a small bistro table and two chairs.
It looks like people moved out of a house in the morning, and it opened in the afternoon as a pub.
If you'd like to see it, here's a great article:
https://www.sfchronicle.com/food/article/The-story-of-the-Albany-pub-where-time
-stands-12917018.php
They had 3 or 4 beers on taps, obscure bottled beers from around the world.
a hand-pull tap for room-temerature British beer, wines, an espresso machine and a variety of cold drinks. Sales were tabulated on a steno pad.
Oh, and they had pipes, tobacco, cigars and cigarettes for sale. Cigars ranged from a couple of obscure brands, tobacco consisted of dusty tins of name-brand tobaccos and jars of un-named generic blends from the pipe shop across the street. The pipe collection was dusty.
THE PUB was a great place to hang out, more of a pub in the British sense instead of an American "Pub".
With 3 porches, you could sit out on a pleasant day, order a drink, sit out with your pipe and enjoy a break in your day. It became a post-work hangout for me, working in a company where we were making the world a better place by writing imaginative screen savers.
The best part about THE PUB? I lived next door.
THE PUB was a special part of a time in my life - a confluence of good friends, a rewarding job and a diverse social circle with a shared interest. As I've learned, all things are to be appreciated in the present, because life is ephemeral. The conditions that bring people and circumstances together are fleeting.
I moved out, following a new job and feeling a longing for the Big City. Along with the rest of the San Francisco Bay Area, THE PUB went smoke-free a while ago. For a time, the back room door was closed. Every once in a while the door would open briefly, and you'd see people smoking in there. I imagined it to be a smoke-easy, where you'd need to know the code word to get in.
When I'm in the area, I make a point of stopping by for a drink. Going to the counter to order, I'll look at dozens of snapshots of employees and patrons stapled to the wall and see people I remember from my time next door. I'll go out to the porch with my drink and remember those times and those friends, but now the ashtrays are gone.
kurt weiske | kweiske at realitycheckbbs dot org
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