Our second stop was the Water Street Redstaurant, a.k.a. 66 Water. Nothing at all has changed since we were here last. The very same barmaid was here, and I think she even said the same words to Kevin when she recognized him.
Never-the-less, there still was a good beer selection (probably the very same taps), it was once again uncrowded, and we could watch the Celtics lose the NBA finals to the L*kers in relative comfort.
The Hoegaarden immediately caught my eye and beervana was achieved. All was right with the world—except, of course, for my poor Celtics. David and I stayed until the bitter end.
Well, at least the evening ended with a perfect pint of Guinness.