It was finally sultry when I bellied up to the bar. I wanted a front row seat! Summer was here and only house made bubbles could slake my thirst. My immediate neighbors were two gleaming faucets beaded with perspiration; one sparkling and one still. I ordered three sodas total. And an iced tea:
A supremely friendly, chill vibe pervaded the light filled space. The Louvin Brothers’ “Satan is Real” played on the turntable at one point. No crowds, no lines, no haughty mistress or master of a waitlist on a Saturday brunchtime. A table behind me held a small family playing Connect Four, in a more civilized fashion than the rounds I’ve witnessed in a friend’s living room.
