
I miss bars
Not breweries
Not “tap rooms”
Not “gastro pubs”
I miss bars
Dark and dank (Deadwood)
A “hole in the wall” they call it in the Midwest (Yacht Club)
Worn-in seats (Foxhead)
The smell of old, cheap, beer-stained carpet (Billy Joe’s)
The retro spinning carousel of horses on an ancient, dusty Budweiser display
Stale smoke smell leftover from before cigs were banned
Bloody Mary’s with horseradish, pickles, olives and a beer back
Pints of Guinness (The Underground)
Cards in the corner, red, gangster booth
Pool in the back (The Q)
Crappy chicken wings (Limey’s)
Cans of Wexford’s Cream Ale (The Royal Mile)
Greasy pizza (The Sanctuary)
Pickled eggs (Joe’s Place)
Reading poetry? on the bathroom walls
Writing poetry? on the bathroom walls
Rolling cloth hand dryers on the bathroom walls
Cute bartenders in tank tops and tattered t-shirts
Tabs for the night under fifty bucks
Accidental meet-ups with friends
Planned meet-ups with friends
Accidentally meeting the love of your life
Strong whiskey and Coke (The Hilltop)
Playing gigs (The Green Room)
Watching gigs (Gabe’s)
Weird guys sending you drinks (The Front Row)
Pretzel mix on the tables (Ducktail Lounge)
100 beers on tap (El Bait Shop)
Tater tots on tap (High Life Lounge)
I miss bars, bars, bars
My kinda town…
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