Globe Athens

A very happy Father’s Day to all!

Today! We will show the champions league final upstairs at noon (it seems like an arsenal kinda day?). And we will begin hanging our World Cup flags. And we will eat and drink and be merry. And we will see you soon.

Twilight. Jodeo. Always. Be safe everyone. Godspeed cyclists.

There’s that point in the day when the sun bounces off the buildings just so and it finds its way in through the windows and the soft light falls right through their hair and brushes their chin and hits their fingertips and through their glass and the golden glow of the lager within it brightens up the worn wooden table tops and the bartender has dimmed the lights within the globe to that nearly uncomfortably dim point and that wonderful happy melancholic hour begins and the glasses clink and the restaurant sounds hum along and the whispers and fretting and howling laughter spill out of those meeting after work or with the day off or those without a care or those with too many and those in love or newly out of it and the muses gather in corners and the poets pine and the sirens sit on the patio and draw in those drifting along lumpkin street and a familiar song plays and you’ve always liked it and it reminds you of that moment many springs ago within the same four walls and you remember as your eyes met through the crowd and the song swelled and the world stopped moving around you and it changed your very nature and maybe that moment never ended and youre still wrapped within that split second in which you realized that someone you’d just seen happened to be everything you never knew you could possibly need til all worlds end. Or maybe not. You do love a happy hour at the globe though.

Jazz tonight with Mary and the Hot Hotty Hots! Come along.