For whatever reason, the bar area of Edison's always reminded me of the inside of a ship. I think it is the wooden columns and light fixtures with the painting of a lady with exposed breasts centered behind the bar. More specifically, it reminded me of Jaws. I spent too much money at Edison's when I lived by it. I thought it was getting too trendy and I no longer belonged. I went there tonight and saw a lot of the same old weird people. Some of the artists who live in the neighborhood were there talking about some important bullshit philosophy. The village idiot who I hate was there. It felt right. Edison's is a warm, dark and inviting barroom. After a few strong drinks, it captures the feeling of embryonic unknowing. Weightlessness while floating in the ether. They play tolerable music and they had Three Floyds Alpha King on draft. I guess it still is my favorite bar.