he sign above the door says "Johnny Fiasco's" now, and before that it was "The Fox and the Pheasant".  That was a little closer to the 'real' name. In it's place, there's still a chimerical logo that signifies it's really the 'Dog & Pheasant' freehold.It's the largest. commoner run-and-owned freehold, this side of the highway. Long ago, when a small motley of Boggans moved into town, they built this freehold. Over the years, it has had many different facades, most of them different pubs, but the times, they are a changing. The newest one allows for the local university population to come and revel all week, with different themed night. 'Monday Night Football', Wednesday night's live 'Blues Explosion', or Friday's 'Dance and Trance'. Whatever the night, there's something great going on.  The bars have always been worked by a dedicated Boggan, or two, and the balefires in the back room burn as brightly today, and they have for decades. On Monday nights, a single, but large and dedicated, group of Fraternity guys fill the tables for most of the evening. They watch whatever sporting event is on. They're loud, and by the end of the night drunk, but all are friendly, and happy play a video game, or two with anyone between quarters, periods, innings, etc.  On Wednesday's, the lights are turned down low early in the evening, and a blues legend takes the lowered stage. A hush falls over the room, and then the magic starts! The bitter-sweet blues fill the entire bar. The man responsible for this, is one of the most talented Satyrs to take the stage. For hours, everyone sits there, enraptured, by the beauty that comes out of the amps. Fridays, are all about dancing, and drinking. The bar fills up completely, and the patio too. DJ Mxyzptlk, a Knocker, spins, and mixes, with all the precision you'd expect from a Knocker. He has the entire DJ booth, filled with his homemade gadgets for sampling, and producing the most unique effects. His favourite piece of equipment, is a little black box, which he claims can produce, the sound of two computers falling in love. On any night when you arrive, you walk past Andreàs O'Riley, the Troll doorman, and on a Friday night, his friend Hannibal, a Redcap, is also there. Together, they see that fights don't happen, and when they do, it's not likely the police will arrive in time to do anything about it. Back at the bar, is Archie Knokwüd, an old Boggan, he's the current caretaker. His eyes reveal an ancient, but gentle knowledge. This is after all a freehold, and he has spent much time inside these walls, unaffected by the ravages of time. He's quite sane though. The steady flow of students from two universities is what keeps him grounded. Because of the close proximity to the Laurier, and UW, he overhears conversations on all number subjects, and can gladly interject with a helpful quip or two. Arch is a great listener, and a lover of lore. He knows what there is to know about the local happenings. Sit down at the bar one day, and buy a pint, and he'll gladly tell you all you'd like to know about what's happening, and even a bit you'd rather not know.