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| - Just like people love bulldogs and deadbeats, people love this place, and I can't really understand* it. I mean, deep, repeated, accepting love with no misconception about the actual qualities of the object of affection.
But I respect it. It's the love of something familiar, imperfect, "different" (or so it seems).
Not a fantastic beer selection. Not a fantastic atmosphere (though the patio is great for those cooler months). Not fantastic service.
This isn't my bar, but I see where you're coming from.
*OK, OK, I totally get it. Stubbornness and character, familiarity, story fodder - perhaps these nouns mark with appeal the temptations we all fall for when we're burgeoning adults. At some point, they cease to be as interesting as we first imagined.
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