My daughter asked if I wanted to go out and have a drink with her last night! It does not often happen, so I jumped at the opportunity. We drove to downtown and did not find anything that fit our purpose and mood so we headed back down the Pike and found a hole in the wall joint situated at the end of a shopping strip.
Into the Pub we go, and we are greeted by the thumping pumping Rat-A-Tat-Tat guitar sounds as if expelled from a machine gun sound of Motor Head. There are three people playing pool at a table situated right in front of the Juke Box. They are young, but still, in these parts you expect it to be Country flowing around you rather than this heart thumping ear drum busting wall shaking sound.
The waitress approached us, she was also the bartender and if I were to take a wild guess, also the owner. “What can I get you all?” “Beers, do you have Blue Moon?” “We have Bud Light and tonight is a bucket of six for $11.” Good Lord, give me a bucket!
Bridget and I took a table in the eerily lit room, the light emitting from the bars name splashed across the East wall. She laid the bucket in front of us and asked if we would like menu’s. The she put her hand to her temple and said, “That music’s something, ain’t it? I’m too old anymore.” “Me too,” I agreed and Bridget nodded in a youthful “I’m too respectful to disagree” agreement. The ladies skin had the light brown color from a life time of too much sun or a liver that was beginning to fail. Her face was marked with the lines of a cigarette smoking since the age of 12. She could fall anywhere in between 40 and 60 years in age.
But Lord was she an excellent server! She kept the bar going, the tables waited on and everybody feeling appreciated if not a little blown away by the music. Finally someone from the bar, an open face area separated from the restaurant , walked to the juke box and took matters into his own hands.
After a moment, Tracy Chapman’s 'Give me one reason’ began to stream from the speakers and the atmosphere began to relax and a collective sigh of relief rippled through the sparse crowd not at the pool table. Right about then our pizza was delivered. It was surprisingly good! Then the cook came out to make certain we were enjoying it, “It’s the best ever!” Bridget assured him. He sat down in front of a large screen TV with no sound and watched Extreme Makeover with us for awhile.
I recalled some of Dorothy’s magical words at the end of the Wizard of Oz, “………if I ever go looking for my heart’s desire, I won’t look any further than my own back yard.”
Same goes for a Pub, but please, no more Motor Head, I’m too old.