A wise old owl

While in Baltimore, I visited a fantastic historical bar that used to be a speakeasy, named the Owl Bar.  The entrance was tucked away to the side of the Belvedere Hotel’s foyer, looking like a small coat room with velvet curtains.  Those concealing curtains led into a huge, beautiful room with ornate brickwork, stained glass windows, stately ornaments, a stone pizza oven and plenty of rustic charm.

The stained windows contained 3 parts of a rhyme, and apparently you had to speak the 4th part to be allowed in during prohibition.

A wise old owl sat in an oak
the more he saw the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?

I suspect the patrons struggled to remember this rhyme after a few cheekies.  Needless to say, I fell in love with this place and the history attached, but that could just be the beer talking.


2 Responses to “A wise old owl”
  1. kfullwood says:

    Loving the blog. Can’t believe how long it has been since you left. I notice many of your posts are beer related. Hope that I am at least partly responsible for this.

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