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| - Situated on the back wall of this cryptic watering hole is a very solemn portrait of "the daughter" herself staring you down as you try to snag one of the few seats that parallel the bar. Perhaps she's making sure that you'll fit in with the family. At the back sits a jukebox filled with songs easily amenable to fits of dancing or crooning. And when that's not playing, there is usually some sort of eclectic band at the front titillating their instruments, and if you're lucky, the bartender is double timing as the sax player. As a patron, you simply become part of a community of patrons - whether it's because of your close proximity to your neighbour, or the sultry, sweaty music flowing, or because everyone is enjoying tasty goodies like the commie salami sandwich, or the olive,almond and lupini bean plate or if you are a bona fide foodie, the beer cheese sandwich. There is quite a collection of bottled beer and a few great ones on tap, like Cobblestone's Pale Ale or MacLean's. The only hiccups might be (depending on your point of view) is that there is no air conditioning in the summer (pretty romantic though, listening to a great band, sweat dripping off your face and a caressing hand on your pint) and there is no sign on the front (perhaps just a testament to its popularity and mystique.). Simply put, you will feel at home, taken care of, and part of the family.
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