Young people tend to fear the proper suburbia. It's this mysterious place where rockers and pot-smokers and boozers and artists all settle down and never, ever leave its confines. It's an island, cut off from the mainland by PTA meetings and lawncare.
Walking into Around the Corner is like walking into that nightmarish landscape. Not too far from the rest of the world, it sits in the dark, serving the same patrons day in and day out. The beer selection is your standard fare--once you've left behind expectations of microbrews and specialties. White haired grandmothers sit beside budding young mothers, the servers look like they need to escape a few towns over. It's only a permissible place to drink and eat if you have no other options, like so many of the sad suburbanites.