Praises to Signal Hill in Halifax

My evening started off at a brewpub on Halifax's waterfront. The rest of the crew was devouring oysters and mussels, nachos and calamari when I pulled up a stool and ordered a brew:
Rosemary's Baby.
I should have known the rest of the night was to be a head-spinning blur.
Despite our fatigue from being on passage for a couple of days (dolphins, whales, shooting stars, calm seas- it was ideal!), a bunch of us rallied and headed to the next venue for some more beer and live music.
N. grew up in Halifax, worked in Halifax, drank in Halifax. She knows where to go, who to see and was raring to go to her favorite old haunt, The Lower Deck. It's a bar in an historic old stone building, the kind with metal stars on the front holding up the wooden rafters inside, the kind that makes you think you are in 1856 and your whaling ship has just tied up to the wharf and you're looking for a glass full of whiskey and girls in tight bodices for a rollicking night out.

We were the girls in tight shirts that night and had a shot or two of hard liquor between mugfuls of beer, but as we know (are) sailors, we knew to stay away from such scallywags and just listen to the music.
The music!
Pounding glass mugs sloshing beer all over the long wooden table, crying "Sociable!!" with the rest of the drunken patrons, singing along to the Beatles and Journey, watching the lead singer captivate his audience with his animated expressions, pounding, singing, drinking, smiling.
Signal Hill made me grin like an idiot, straddling the front bench to watch every guitar strum, every wrist movement over keyboard, trying to decipher each voice in the incredible harmony. My current idea of heaven is acoustic music, beer, and friendly Canadians and I was in it. Until the beer and fatigue and lack of a substantial dinner caught up with me (salad? what was I thinking!)

As foretold, the night ended with a wobbly walk down the dock and a fistful of potato chips.
Where's a plate of Canadian poutine when you need it most?

Hello Halifax, glad to meet you.
If only I remembered more of you.