Dinty’s Pub

I had just sent my sister to the airport for her final year in Law in the UK and I was bawling my eyes out all the way from KLIA back to KL (we are extremely close to each other.) I called up a friend for emotional support and since my eyes were puffy and red, I didn’t want to go anywhere too public for a couple (or more) pints of beer. In all my blurred vision glory, I managed to get a parking space (this is considered a feat in Bangsar.)
There was a dimly lit pub called Dinties not five steps away from where I parked and it looked toned down enough. It could’ve been an underground mafia club for all I know but I was in no mood to care. The insides were dimly lit as well and there was a bar, a pool table and a few tables which was occupied, I proceeded to sit at the bar. The bartender was nice and always had a smile on his face, «he must’ve noticed my eyes» I thought to myself. He served me my beers which kept me calm and provided me with ample amount of tissue papers.
My friend came soon after and we talked through it, I must admit that I cried a little more then but the bartender was nice enough to pretend not to notice. Thank you Dinty’s bartender, whoever you are! And if ever you’re looking for a not too crowded private place to ball your problems out, Dinty’s is the place.