Magic at the Red Shoe Pub

There is a place where the fiddlers play. There's a glow in the window

at the end of the day. Laughter rolls out with the evening tide.

Jigs and reels pull you inside. At the Red Shoe Pub where memories are made,

where time slows down in the sweetest way. Raise up your glass.

Let your worries be few. There's magic tonight at the Red Shoe.

You came for a story, a song, or a tune. You'll stay till

the light of a Cape Breton moon. Step to the floor when the

music feels right, locals and travelers sharing the night. Old friends meet, new friendships start.