Ode to Peddlars
Six months after a fire damaged Peddlars on the Bend, it has finally opened and orphaned Constantialites can now return to their home-away from home.
Constantialites – abandoned
After Peddlars closed, I came to realise that many were left stranded and a bit out of sorts. They were without the comforting thought that after a hectic day in a world of change, uncertainty and disruption, we could return to the comforting and regular bubble of the neighbourhood pub.
I started thinking about all the consistencies of the pub atmosphere that I had begun to miss:
Where did they disappear to?
My friends and I found it difficult to make any restaurant our regular hang-out. The stifling, correct-cutlery atmosphere just couldn’t compare to the laid-back atmosphere of our pub.
I started exploring out of my comfort zone and found familiar faces and the pub archetypes at Forester’s Arms and The Boer ‘n Brit. Places with the same dependable and unswerving traditions. We had all moved from one comfort zone to another.
As soon as Peddlars re-opened though, we all returned to our original watering hole. Another fact that I love about pubs, not only can you rely on the staff, but the patrons are dependable as well, we won’t let our home and second family down.
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