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Showing posts with label Talbott Tavern. Show all posts

A NIGHT AT Ye TAVERN


HIS Saturday past, I travelled into ye Kentuckee region to spend an evening dining with friends in the Talbott Tavern, which was established there in the Year of our Lord 1779. The evening's host was mr. D. Medley and his wife. Mr. Medley is a surveyor and map maker in the region, and brought games and entertainments of all sorts. I believe it is safe to say that a fine time was had by all in attendance.

Dinner was served, which consisted of a piece of chopped beef, potatoes and leafy greens. I was disappoint'd however to learn that the barmaid could not serve me a Guinness, as there was none to be had. I begrudgingly drank tea instead.

Miss Larner taught me how to play a dice game called 'Captain, Crew & Ship', which I lost at spectacularly. Additionally, I lost money at 'Shut the Box' to every lady assembled at the gaming table. We played several rounds of 'One & Thirty' as well, but fortunately for me, no money was exchanged.

I was feeling quite merry, so I invited the barmaid to sit on my knee so I could sing her a song. She sat, with her arm full of plates and dishes. I told her to repair to the kitchen to relieve herself of her burden, then to return to me. She did not.

There was excellent company to be had in nearly every corner of the room. There was music, in the form of mr. Hagee and another fellow providing music with guitar, violin and flute. I joined in on several occasions singing some of my favorite old sea shanties. Parson John's (seldom seen) wife surprised me when she commented afterward on how lovely she thought my voice was.

The doorstep of the Tavern.


A sampling of those assembled.

The Parson and I have a spirited debate.


A group huddled around the "Shut the Box' game.


UPDATE FROM Ye FRONTIER

This brief note from mr. Barker concerning his oxen.

E were supposed to leave to pick up the new ox today. The fellow who was going to meet us asked that we put it off for a week. Mixed feelings, the weather was supposed to be bad and I do not want to risk an animal or make him uncomfortable, but I really want to get to introducing the animal to the others and get on with the training. Worked George with James yesterday moving a round bale.

mr. Barker at Mansker's Station with,
what appears to be, a very clean Maggie.



I will, upon this coming Saturday, travel up to the Kentuckee region to the Talbott Tavern (built in 1785) for dinner and drinks with friends. I look forward to having several daughts of the fine dark beer brewed by mr. A. Guinness.

Mr. Guinness founded his brewery in 1759 when he sign'd a 9,000 (Yes, you read correctly fair reader, nine THOUSAND)-year lease on an unused brewery at St. James’s Gate, DUBLIN. It costs him an initial £100 with an annual rent of £45 - this includes crucial water rights. The brewery covers four acres and consists of a copper, a kieve, a mill, two malthouses, stabling for 12 horses and a loft to hold 200 tons of hay.

There is also a trade fair to be held just a few extra miles to the Northeast of the tavern that I have decided to attend, not because of any over abundance of funds mind you, but merely to have a look at what is to be had. I have so little restraint, that such excursions are often the source of my financial ruin.