Thirst came upon us following our walk back from Hemingway’s Home, so we stopped at the Parrot Bar for a refresher. There wasn’t any more room at the main bar, so we created our own space at the back of the room, sitting on some old bar stools. We refreshed our thirst, while entertaining ourselves reading all of the wall paraphernalia—a large part of the history of The Green Parrot Bar! Terry enjoyed the Chicago Bear plaques, in particular, and readily pointed them out to her Minnesota Viking friend, Keith!
(Keith was particularly fond of this plaque, being from Minnesota)
Child of the Rock Garden 