A view of the bar at Maggy McGarry’s, an unassuming little pub in the Telegraph Hill neighborhood of San Francisco that will furnish you with a pint o’ Guinness and a Tullamore Dew neat at 9:30 on a Sunday morning, should the need arise.
Apologies for the potato quality photo; more of a PSA than anything artful.
Tell me. I’m in the buckle of the southeastern United States bible belt, where Baptist blue laws reign supreme and nary a drop at any price on the sabbath.
And God bless ‘em.
Tell me. I’m in the buckle of the southeastern United States bible belt, where Baptist blue laws reign supreme and nary a drop at any price on the sabbath.