El Cueva

I began enjoying cigars more and more a few years ago, probably as a palatable replacement vice for booze. 

Where to enjoy though? Sitting outside under a star-filled sky while having a puff is delightful. Not so much when it’s colder than a polar bear’s toenails. A heartier, heatable enclave was needed.

A reasonably natural spot emerged in an underused space in our detached garage. The area is 8ft (exactly) by 6ft (ish). 8ft is a nice dimension to minimize cutting (+sailor level cursing and ER visits). Framing, roughing in some electrical for a light, fan, and a couple extra outlets was followed by insulation and paneling. The TnG paneling strips were  seriously inexpensive and decent quality. Thank you Rona! I found a big box of commercial carpet tiles at the Habitat store for twenty bucks. A little plain pine trim and a door and the El Cueva (Spanish for The Cave) was finito.

My brother Frank kindly donated some art pieces to help decorate the space. An old cigar magazine and Dollar Store frames, and miscellaneous other trinkets I picked up helped fill the walls. The (extremely) comfy papa chair was also a Habitat purchase.

If you’re ever in the neighbourhood, there’s room for a visitor. You can BYOC or I can set you up.

Ole!