grog shop

A grog shop was where criminals and the other dregs of society gathered to drink whiskey and fight.

Before we get reacquainted, a few travel shout-outs: Cleveland’s 100-year-old West Side Market for cabbage, cannoli and kiwi as far as the eye can see; the Grog Shop for the Woolly Bushmen show; Sweetie Fry for French toast ice cream; Greenhouse Tavern for gastronomic perfection; and Out of the Fire Cafe, the wisest one-mile diversion off the Pennsylvania Turnpike you’ll ever make.

But swearing off from women, and then going into a meeting house chock full of gals, all shining and glistening in their Sunday clothes and clean faces, is like swearing off from liquor and going into a grog shop.

Now it happened that his favorite grog shop was a cheap saloon across the way from the headquarters of the Black Hundred; and Vroon occasionally dropped in, for he often picked up a valuable bit of maritime news.

I have not been at sea so long as many officers, yet I know that you might as well try and get a confirmed dipsomaniac past a grog shop as the engineer past, say the Canary Coaling Company; indeed he seems to smell the Dakar coal, and hankers after it when passing it miles out to sea.