pub saloon

Seeking managing partners with food/beverage experience for my new 21+ pub/club/experience, “Wet Saloon”. This seasonal, fully formed concept, with locations in Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Miami, Ibiza, Cancun, and Marrakesh will be an oasis for parched party goers and will finally answer the age-old question, “Is your saloon wet enough?”

Yes, yes it is.

1943: Burgess explains how an English pub differs from American saloons. This educational documentary (which was narrated, written, and co-directed by Burgess) was made to introduce American soldiers to Britain during World War II. 

The only fan page solely dedicated to Burgess Meredith // Lovingly ran by his grandniece in attempt to keep his legacy alive.

This headcanon just came about in the stupidest possible way, but that honestly makes it better:

I’ve been trying to come up with what urban legend or myth Vannay might have inadvertently become in his travels, parallel to Walter’s Walkin’ Dude, and a conversation popped off the idea that he was essentially The Most Interesting Man In the World: the old guy who shows up at the bar and tells wild stories for hours. He might even have accidentally inspired the Dos Equis ad campaign, who knows?

But, putting that in a less silly frame: Vannay is The Ageless Stranger, the mysterious old man who shows up in so many stories - never a central character to the plot, likely not even one with a name, but he’ll be there at the bar, the pub, the saloon, the tavern, telling tales and occasionally imparting precisely the piece of exposition or prophecy the protagonist needed to advance their quest. A woman in New Jersey once met him in the same bar where her grandfather met him forty years prior, on the exact same stool looking just as he had half a century prior. 

The bartender told her not to question it. Do not question the old man. It’s a little scary, sure, but patrons who talk to him have a strange habit of hitting a run of good luck - often things get worse at first, but he’s been running this bar for sixty years and he’s seen almost all of them find what they really needed in the long-run. Like her grandfather: the stranger told him to take a cab home, not the subway, and that cab got hit by a truck, breaking both his legs - but the nurse who treated him ended up becoming his second wife after years of grieving, and his injury opened the door to reunite with his estranged daughter, without which his granddaughter would never have known him. 

Speak with the Ageless Stranger at your peril, but know that it almost always turns out alright in the end. Because all truly happy endings must be suffered for, and it’s always worth it.

anonymous asked:

Is it permissible to work in a place where alcoholic drinks are served and sold?

It is not permissible to work in a place like a pub or saloon where all of the income comes from alcoholic drinks. However, the state of places like restaurants and supermarkets where permissible goods are sold along with alcoholic drinks is different.
It is haram (forbidden) to buy, sell, carry and service alcoholic drinks. Therefore, it is not permissible to work in those departments of supermarkets and restaurants. However, it is permissible to work in the other parts like the kitchen in a restaurant. It is better to work in places where all of the income comes from halal (permissible) goods and services.
The religion of Islam did not prefer the way of abruptly eliminating certain bad characters and habits that were common in the community but used a method beginning from the minimum level that directed the affected people towards evolution in a certain way. For instance, the prohibition of interest is one of the latest decrees of Islam. That wound in the commercial life was cured after people reached a certain level through the method of the Quran. Gradualism was accepted as a basis. One of the issues that gradualism was observed was the prohibition of alcoholic drinks. Alcohol was not prohibited at once; it was prohibited after three successive verses that were sent down at certain intervals by making people ready for the prohibition. So much so that, as soon as Muslims heard that alcohol was prohibited, they overturned all of the wine jars and poured them into the streets. 1 
The prohibition was not limited to drinking alcohol only; Buying and selling, that is, the trade of alcohol was also prohibited. Our Prophet (PBUH) stated that alcoholic drinks were damned in ten aspects and said the following in a hadith:  «Alcoholic drinks were damned in ten aspects: the drink itself, the producer, he who wants to produce it, seller, customer, carrier, he who makes others carry it, he who makes a living by the money earned from alcohol, he who drinks it and he who makes others drink it. » 2
A person who owns or runs a restaurant, club or a similar place that serves alcoholic drinks is one of the people that are damned. He is in the state of a seller and a person who makes a living by the money earned from alcohol. Therefore, it is not possible to approve of such a way of making a living.
There is no difference between being in a Muslim country and non-Muslim country regarding this issue. Although there is a fatwa (legal opinion, an answer to a question) by Imam Azam Abu Hanifa that it is permissible to sell alcoholic drinks to non-Muslims in a non-Muslim country, his student Imam Abu Yusuf states that a Muslim cannot sell alcoholic drinks even in a non-Muslim country and says: «Being a Muslim means to have accepted all of the decrees of Islam no matter where one is. A Muslim cannot do anything contrary to Islam. »3  Fatwa regarding this issue is in accordance with what Imam Abu Yusuf says. A Muslim cannot buy and sell something that Allah made haram (prohibited) no matter where he is. The decree is the same in Shafi sect too. Something haram is haram anywhere in the world.  


420 km (KL Stesen Sentral, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia)
630 km (Ipoh KTM Station, Ipoh, Malaysia)

A few more digital photos from the epic journey I’m currently taking.
My aim is to travel all the way from Singapore to Manchester, mostly by train and entirely by land. For more up-to-date photos, follow my Instagram!

As I write this, I’m still a day or so behind with these blog posts. 

I’ve just arrived by sleeper train into Hat Yai, Thailand, which has all of the class of border towns around the world. The kind of place where things happen. Farang wait for a train into Malaysia for the visa renewal run. An Irish pub. An American saloon. Brightly coloured shopfronts, flags and banners. A motorcycle misfires. A man has his hair cut on the street outside an automotive parts shop. Wandering through a covered market I’m presented with a dizzying array of weapons, sex toys and pirate DVDs. A young woman rides past me on a motorcycle at speed, her hair flowing freely behind her. I remember how much I love Thailand, aware of a slight twinge of shame in my relief to put Malaysian conservatism behind me. 

I adjust my watch, reconfigure my universal power adapter, ask for a wifi password and change the last of my Ringgit for Baht, wondering idly how many times I will enact this new ritual at border crossings still ahead.