Fiddler’s Green

When a sailor is on a long haul, the ports became all the same, no matter where your ship will drop the anchor – Belfast, Rostock, Liverpool, Singapoore or New-York. And though the accent may slightly differ, one will find the same piers, same docks, and same port pubs. Pubs, where one can have a simple but solid food, drink away one’s salary, listen to the old fiddler, sitting on a barell & playing, or even pull a nice young local birdie. That spirit of the sea life could be found all over the ports around a hundred years ago or so, when sailing ships & clippers were living out their lives, and giant steam giants were only starting to conquer the seas. We tried to fill Fiddler’s Green with this exact spirit. Big portions of simple and solid food cooked according to the original recipes. Beer that fits every taste. Pure whiskey, never spoiled by cola, and tonns of different strong alcohol, smuggled from all ‘round the world.