Tigin - Stamford Summer Bar Tour Stop [2]
Stop number two on the bar tour is close to my heart and home, Tigin. BlogStamford can often be seen here enjoying some of the best Guinness in town in the architectural equivalent of an English Muffin.
There are two quintessential times to go to Tigin, pub quiz Tuesday and Sunday morning Soccer matches. I’ve blogged about the former already. Of the later I’ll only say that a tough loss can offer up one of the few opportunities in American to see grown men in Harry Potter looking scarves weeping openly in public.
My friend and I made a go at trivia this Tuesday under the moniker The Statue Got Me High. Local art display/ They Might Be Giants reference…no?... fine. A win, or anything close wasn’t in the cards that night. A handout round had us matching authors to a novel/ publishing year. A disagreement over an answer re-sparked the argument from Stop #1 over our divergent perceptions of the 1930’s.
The downtown business crowd only reaches this stretch of Bedford in a trickle. The crowd is slightly older and decidedly more dude, but there is quality to the lady who appreciates this establishment. The nooks and crannies though make interaction with anyone outside the group you came with pretty awkward to maneuver. Best bet is to find an open corner and own a corner with your friends.
Little known fact, Tigin isn’t really an old broke down cottage turned pub. It’s part of a chain out of Georgia.
3 comments :
I love Tigin. Had my St. Pat's Day lunch there this year.
Great TMBG ref. You are too cool for school.
I'm shocked over the chain biz, though. I remember when they opened (1997ish?) back when I was a Grove Street dweller, and they made a big stink about how much of the stuff was brought in directly from Ireland. When did the prop bike that was chained to the outside get "removed."
That Tigin crowd is older than it's ever been and now it's even older...and now it's even older...and now it's older still...
And when movies let out from the Avon on Sundays, they head to Tigin, which becomes...COUGAR TOWN!
Rowwrrrr.
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