Your Email Slays Me
We love email at the Whistle & Fish pub. You might even say we live for it; and without it, we fade away, howling lonely and forlorn at the yellow moon. So feel welcome to speak your mind about anything.
We read your email, scratch and sniff it, maybe mark it behind the bushes. But we are terrible correspondents. So if you need a response, please be patient and realize it may be several days before we are able to answer. Not that there isn’t a lot of lycanthropic love for you here at the Whistle & Fish — we’re just busy dancing the metamorphosis waltz.
By now 4-year-olds know the drill, so fill in the blanks, press send, and the spirits who move things through the wires (you don’t believe that scientific explanation, now, do you?) will hurtle your message to us at the speed of light. Shazam!
And thank you for thinking of us.
