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| - so the night is still young and ive got some bills burning holes in my corduroys and what the hell, havent been in here in a while so why not.
i plop myself down on a bar stool. (i love doing this by the way. maybe it makes me feel like im some nonchalant flaneur hoping to pawn off a few of my problems on the barkeep. maybe ive just watched too many episodes of "Cheers").
so after sitting there for a mere few seconds i inserted myself into a conversation between another patron and the bartender. i dont remember too well how it started but we gabbed away, the three of us, fulfilling my storybook experience of barflying.
the beer they had to choose from was decent but nothing special. it might have been some form of amsterdam...meh...anyhow, after a few, i became a little peckish and made the mistake of asking for the menu.
i had actually eaten not too long before i arrived there but peckish is peckish and something had to be done, so i, on the advice and encouragement of the bartender (who sealed the deal by telling me that he used to come here for a good ten years or so before starting to work there and the food was awesome) i ordered some fries.
well this basket, seemingly large enough for baby moses, came but it was filled with a heap of crispy awesome fries. that was coupled, at my request, by a bowl of gravy that was just as tasty.
the bar itself seems to be a mix of different styles. there are booths that line the walls, the lights were slightly dimmed for romantic effect, and in the centre of the room is a pool table. so we have a lounge, we have a dive bar and we have a billiard hall. not to mention there was requests for patsy cline, then some johhny cash, all the while periodically following the hockey game on the tube above the bar and the flat screen that was being worshiped by female leaf fans at the back.
all thats needed to make it perfect is for the whole bar to yell "jimi" when i walk in and ill say something witty and then well all be on a tv show together?
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