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| - So, I'm in my early thirties but am clinging to my late twenties. I'm here from out of town and stroll in at 11:45 on a Wednesday looking for food. The music is late 90s / early 2000's, and the bar is moderately packed with twenty and thirty somethings.
I approach the giant bar and pick a spot with great tv and people watching views. The bouncer chases me down and asks for my ID. I chuckle and hand it to him. But, man did that feel good.
The bartenders (three) are super attentive. The guy that mainly serves me--Ben--gives me amazing local beer samples based on my stated tastes. Then, he gives me great menu suggestions. While I'm ordering, a guy approaches the bar to order 9 (yes, nine) shots. A girl comes up and tells him a friend of hers "looooves" him because the friend likes "seasoned" guys. I die laughing. She starts hitting on me. Ben saves me. Whew.
I order a Sunrise Burger that basically comes out in seconds. It's amazing, except that the bun is a bit stale. Everything else is delicious. The side of Wisconsin cheddar cheese curds that I ordered based on Ben's recommendation is so amazing that I get a second. I proceed to calculate the number of miles I'll need to run tomorrow to undo this. Totally worth it. So. Good.
Someone is singing happy birthday in the most obnoxious way- for the second time. Apparently, this is well known as, "the birthday place."
Sure. I miss my twenties and now resent my birthdays But, not in this place. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to sing along to the Backstreet Boys...
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