in a hidden basement below clarence street in the city is a pumping busy whiskey bar. i’d wanted to try this, because i’m not sure the team behind shady pines saloon can go wrong these days. we first ended up in the barbershop… another bar with an entrance in the same courtyard, which looked fun enough, but i was happy my better half pointed out that it was not, in fact, the baxter inn where we were milling about.