Music where ever we go

In the evening, after David had cooked an excellent mince in pasta sauce, I limped slowly to the nearest bar.
It did look a bit of a dive and having quite quickly finished our pint of Belhaven pain killer, we were ready to leave, when two lads entered the bar. One carried a Banjo case and the other had a fiddle case. This might be interesting, so we ordered another half. They were very good, playing some foot tapping music. I'm glad we stayed.