Bleary-eyed, through a wide-open aperture with the last hints of sun and the now-dominant neon signage as its only lighting, I present to you: the Hoot Owl Express. This is (for the moment) St. Lawrence’s main “student bar,” its walls covered in old hockey jerseys and its staff preternaturally capable of spotting a fake I.D.
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[…] show falls in October and the sky gets that Ragnarök look, the Hoot Owl looks mighty inviting. (It was also a really cool place for the day’s event, a wedding […]