Close your eyes for a second…
Remember the time you had one too many with that boozy ol’ Octopus?
COME ON, YOU REMEMBER…
A beer turned into a pitcher. That pitcher gave way to shots. You talked about the weather, sports, love, divorces, and then somehow politics and religion came up…
LIKE IT ALWAYS DOES.
Good thing that Octopus couldn’t give two barnacles about speculating on worldly affairs. NOPE!
That Octopus was only interested in three things: drinking, eating and bragging about a ridiculous house-boat in Wallingford that looked like it has been underwater for fifty – no, scratch that – one hundred years! Eh, who knows? That crazy tentacled rascal could wax poetic for hours, going on about the good ol’ days with Jacques Cousteau, making movies, and preserving the relic that had always been his home.
So… Imagine your shock when you discover that the Octopus had ABANDONED that beloved house-boat! And while you suspect that this is likely due to a torrid, epic bender… you quickly realize: there is some serious stage five hoarding going on in this salty house-boat. Like the Octopus made a cosy next in a forgotten ship’s graveyard.
Then, as you delve deeper, you realize that this Octopus had an incredible knack for salvaging wood, ropes, handwritten letters, portholes, nautical charts, maps, cameras, suitcases, chains, anchors and anything rusty or shiny. Indeed, even taxidermy appears to have been a hobby at some point… and what’s this? There’s a huge bar and kitchen where delicious sandwiches and hot dogs and good eats litter the walls, practically begging to be tried.
Just plain off. Fantastically curious. A love letter to the sea and all its hidden treasures.
OPEN YOUR EYES! GO AHEAD! PRETTY WONDERFUL, HUH?
Beyond our wet and wildest imaginations, this place has simply become The Octopus Bar. Any and all over 21 are invited to gawk, drink, gossip, work, play and eat.
Supposin’ there are others out there that have told a tall tale or two while drinking with strangers, we would like to welcome you as new members of our #OctopusBarSociety. After all: you can’t find your sea legs without venturing into the deep, one drink at a time.