Dear guy who brought the iPad into McSorely’s,
This may come as a shock, because you didn’t take your eyes off of the ultra-high resolution screen in front of your face, but McSorely’s is a traditional place. I think the wrinkled and chipped photo of the “McSorely Nine” baseball team, all with mustaches that would make any Williamsburgian hipster tear up with pride should have tipped you off. If that didn’t do it, then perhaps Houdini’s handcuffs, the saw dust on the floor or dust-laden chandelier would have done it. Actually, you should watch the iPad around all that dust — can’t be good for it.
I understand how proud you must feel to show off your new iPad to your friends. If I had one I’m sure I’d want to let them feel how thin it is, slide their fingers across the touch screen and then snatch it back with a smirk and say, “Get your own.”
But not in McSorely’s, man.
Have a brew. Talk it out. Check out one of the few women who are brave enough (and awesome enough) to walk through it’s iron grate doors.
McSorely’s is one of those rare spots with the power to transport you to another time, another state of mind. How many places in America have both Abe Lincoln and John Lennon, and a myriad of other notables, downed a pint in? It’s a special escape. That’s why you go there. It’s certainly not for the food or the amazing array of beers (McSorely’s Light or McSorely’s Dark). But you have to let it do it’s magic and embrace it for what it is. Abe would have left the iPad in his cabin. And, if he wouldn’t have brought his iPad, then, my friend, I believe your unconscionable act spits in the face of presidents. It defies the constitution. And is as unAmerican as french, I mean freedom fries (which McSorely’s doesn’t serve), tango (which McSorely’s thinks is a Sylvester Stallone character from the late 80′s), and falafel (which you can get down the street and is actually quite tasty).
Next time, think before you bring your iPad into historic bars. Abraham Lincoln would have wanted it that way. And John Lennon too. Don’t tell me you don’t like the Beatles now, too?
See you at the bar.