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| - There are some places in the NE that I'm sure would have me clicking my heels three times and wishing my way out of there and back home. Thankfully, the Black Lion was not one of these places. Well, at least not so long as I knew a couple of the karaoke goers and the couple of them knew almost all of the rest of the bar.
Black Lion is one of the many pubs in a strip mall that our city seems to have (have you ever noticed our over-abundance of strip malls?). When I first pulled up, it looked empty. I thought maybe karaoke had been cancelled, or maybe I'd missed the folks I was meeting. But alas! Little can you see from the outside, there's an entire other room in the back. And what should it have? Karaoke! Connie was the name of the karaoke host. I must admit, she was a pretty awesome host.
The server way up yonder in the likes of Temple is not one you would find downtown. Only in the NE. But that's part of the charm of some of these neighbourhood bars. When I first sat down, she took a moment or two to make her way over. Her explanation:
"Oh there you are!! I could see you while you were standing up and coming through the bar, but when you sat down, it's like you disappeared! It took me a minute to find you. Can I get you something to drink?" she asked.
I laughed and then asked, "What have you got on tap?"
"Beer," she answered. Then broke into a grin of her own. "I always like saying that to people!" She then proceeded to list off the 3 beers on tap. I went for the Black Lion Lager. Nothing special, but most people can handle a lager, right?
Twas a fun night! You should go for karaoke.
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