Night life is a bit different in St. John’s, Newfoundland. It starts late and ends in mid-early morning – 3-4 AM. (And that doesn’t even begin to describe kitchen parties which are a whole other thing.) Bands usually play until at least 3:00 AM, music seems to be coming out from every doorway, and people are out on the streets even later and safely so. Usually a wonderful time is had by all, save for those who indulged too much in Screech or some such other libation.There are also wonderful food trucks for the late-night munchies zombies.
So, I found myself in a pub that first evening talking with a local named Oscar. Oscar was a treasure trove of info all things Newfoundland. I had hit pay dirt already. Since St. John’s was to be my starting and finishing place for this trip and I would be there for about 4-5 nights, I wanted to know which places might be of interest and which were not worth walking into.
Oscar told me all about them: this place over here is a good one if you want to go dancing – the women will come up and ask you to dance!; that place has good music; that place has diddly music (his term for Newfoundland folk music which is really very good); that’s a good restaurant but a bit over-priced; that’s a hockey bar; that’s the ballet; etc. Whoa! The ballet? It didn’t look like any ballet I knew… not with Pink in the name. I was about to ask Oscar for clarification when he excused himself to go outside for a smoke.
When he returned, I pressed him on the ballet issue. I said, “Oscar, I’m not sure I understand about the ballet. It looks like something entirely different than that.”
His response, “Oh it is. We have only one or two and that’s what we call them.” Golden lakes in the early evening notwithstanding: with lady’s choice dance bars; diddly music and more; I had the feeling I wasn’t in Kansas anymore. I was now in Newfoundland.