But then I went inside.
I scooted a stool up to the magical habitat and slung my camera bag onto the bar. It was right then and there I knew that the
only way I would be leaving this extraordinary place was if they
dragged me out. Here is what I learned that night: the term “pub
shed” is not, in fact, a noun, but a verb. My name is Fanny Slater,
and I was pub shed-ed.
I’m not sorry.
If you’re wondering what the hell a pub shed is, I don’t blame
you. Before entering this mysterious world of whiskey and snack
mix, I felt the same way. I anticipated a liquor-licensed, cash-reg-ister-bearing establishment that merely had some resemblance to
a shack. Wrong. Once I followed Jay and Tara through their home,
out the back door, and past several sizzling steaks on a charcoal
grill, I was greeted by a fully loaded bar that didn’t accept my
money, but certainly stole my sleep. This one-of-a-kind tavern,
whose doors slid open for the first time in April, was customized
from top to bottom. The interior of this Southern heritage-infused
The Pub Shed –
Where Everybody Knows Your Name
By Fanny Slater
“Ihave an early morning.” These were my exact words as I strolled up to Jay and Tara Tatum’s eclectic backyard bar one chilly Wednesday evening.
It had been a busy week of travel, and that
night’s assignment included researching
what was essentially a well-stocked shed
meant for drinking. While this type of interactive investigation would typically be
right up my alley, I made a mental note
to cautiously throw back one cocktail, jot
down a few quotes, snap a photo, and call
it a night.
THE GOOD LIFE