There is just something so friggin cool about bagpipers rolling into a pub like this. It’s one part testosterone one part nostalgic and another part “drink up because these guys are going to wipe out all the beer”. The swagger meter is just off the charts here folks. A little part of me that wants my own crew of these guys to play for me everywhere I go. Think about how bad ass it would be to have these guys roll into PS Gourmet for your 6:30 AM coffee, wailing away….they finish their song….and you’re like “I’ll have a PS Special”….boom you’re an instant celebrity (or an instant liability for blowing out all the cashier’s ear drums).