Sitting on a stool at the well-worn full liquor bar and sipping Blue Rose Pale Ale, crisp and dry, with mild notes of rose hips and blackcurrant, I watch as locals—some carrying musical instruments—trickle into Brick’s pub and take familiar seats in a corner. More musicians and seasoned travelers arrive. Adrienne, the publican, greets them all like family. Candles are lit on tables and window sills. A wood fire crackles in the brick hearth and taps flow with fresh brews, and everyone’s spirits lift as music fills the pub.