Colin first crossed the weather-worn threshold of L. Mulligan. Grocer. Gazing around at the tattered upholstery, questionable wiring and grime encrusted walls, we steeled ourselves for the mammoth clean-up ahead.
|Mulligan's as we found it.|
We could not, that first day, lungs filled with dust, and air full of chatter about what we might do, have predicted the monomythic journey we were embarking upon. It has been quite the two years: a joyous flurry of wasabi nuts, craft beer, casked ales, whiskey tastings, table quizzes, Scotch eggs, beer garden construction, beetroot coleslaw, Irish coffees, marriages, grocers' aprons, scrabble tiles and cucumber with everything.
|The old bar.|
Saturday 30th June 2012 7pm onward
Cake, Bunting, Black Pudding Sausage Rolls, Fun Hats