Another American Adventure: church turned into a bar

Monday, June 21, 2010

church turned into a bar

John and a friend and co-worker, Jim, took themselves out for Father's Day. After riding their bikes around Moraine State Park, they ventured into this church-turned-bar in Pittsburgh. John said it was "surreal". More info on the website, churchbrew.com.

2 comments:

JaneJune 29, 2010 at 2:05 PM
I remember this place! Ahhh..to imbibe amid the watchful eyes of the saints..
just got back from "The Burgh" and Ohio Amish country
Jane
ReplyDelete
Replies
beth cioffolettiJuly 3, 2010 at 3:25 PM
John says that I need to put up a photo of the "altar", that there are beer things up there and that it is "surreal". I think he was well indoctrinated as a child as to the sacredness of it all and he feel scandalized or something!

Thanks for following along. I'm excited about Pittsburgh and the whole area!
ReplyDelete
Replies

Add comment

"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.