OUR MISSION - WE'RE PUBLISHED! Wednesday, June 26th, 2013 marked the Premier of our new book, Happy Hour in the High Peaks: An Adirondack Bar Guide. The hardcover, 160 page book can be found at bars and bookstores throughout the Adirondack Park or order online at www.happyhourinthehighpeaks.com. You'll find a list of our book signings on the Events page and where to buy the book on our Retailers page. The book contains reviews of 46 of our favorite bars in the Adirondack Park, and 46 drink recipes with an Adirondack twist. As a companion to the book, we have also published a 46er Passport so that you can follow the Happy Hour Trail to become a Happy Hour 46er and make new friends along the way. Summit Tour t-shirts will be for sale at our book signings or available online. Whether you are a native, resident, or visitor, you'll find 46 more reasons to visit the ADIRONDACK PARK!

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Happy Hour in the Smoky Mountains, TN

Good to be back home.  It was a long drive but worth it to get away from the snow and catch some rays.  Some interesting happenings in Cocke County, Tennessee.  I will neither confirm nor deny whether I procured some Tennessee moonshine.  I learned a bit of history about the county, none of which made any sense, and my daughter saw a real hooker, but insisted it couldn't be because she was old and ugly - we didn't get into the details (and since when does she know what a hooker is anyway?). 

Cocke County is a "dry" county, and yet it isn't.  For starters, Walmart can't sell beer, but there is a little "convenient store" in front of it that sells beer?   There are liquor stores in Cocke County?  There are.  All of these questions started when my stepfather, Bill, and I sat down for a drink at the Tin Can Saloon. 

Ahhhh, the Tin Can Saloon... It was about 10pm and I was tired and only had two glasses of wine, hours ago, so I wasn't "myself".   As we drove up to the end of a dirt road, I was impressed with their location - at least the "feds" can't get your license plate number as they drive by.  Big parking lot.  Large, cabin-like building.  Bill opened the door to the saloon and I stepped in - immediately I took a deep breath and said "aaawwwww".  It was a nostalgic "aaaawwwww".  Maybe some reserve that for a cute puppy or baby, but it reminded me of my "childhood".  The smell of stale cigarettes and beer.  I didn't realize how much I missed that smell.  It was a large, open bar room, with two pool tables - both were occupied.  We sat at the bar and Angel, the owner, asked me what I would like.  Bill had already warned me that he thought they only sell beer.  I told her I was looking for something "not beer".  She suggested a Smirnoff Ice, grape, and I accepted.  I felt like Radar O'Reilly (from M*A*S*H*) drinking Grape Nehi in Korea.  I had two.  I don't think I've ever been in a bar that only served beer.  But, Bill reminded me that Cocke County is a "dry" county and it all made sense (no, it didn't).  I smoked four cigarettes.  Why is it that you're a "chain smoker" if you smoke four cigarettes in an hour, but someone who smokes a cigar for a half hour isn't?  Bill smoked two pipes and I kept up, that's all.

Bottoms Up!

High Peaks Pammie


  1. Who's the chick? She's old, but not exactly ugly!

  2. Not the hooker I referred to. That's my Mom