We don't have jobs yet. We can't go out to a new bar every night. We did go to one last night, had a beer and dinner. It's called Boston Johnny's. It's a dive bar on this road nearby called Dixie Highway. You know you're in the south when the highway is not called Yankee Highway. So, it was Thursday night, it was pool league night at the bar. Lots of old people. Some tough looking women our age or younger.
First we tried to go to the bowling alley down the street. It has a big lounge, the bowling alley, and a diner all in one. It was pretty damn busy. We walked into the lounge, and it was a bunch of old people, some doing karaoke. The FP seemed like he was going to order a drink, but I kinda was like, let's check out the bowling alley. It was packed. I don't know if it was league night or if it's always like that. Lots of... bowling alley types. Interesting. But there wasn't anywhere to hang. So, then we went to check out the diner. No one was in there. Chalkboard specials didn't seem too special, so we walked out. And then we drove down the street to Boston Johnny's.
So, we got Spaten Oktoberfest drafts. It was really good. Fresh tasting and good beer. The bartender asked us how we liked it. She told us she used to have like a German beer garden bar down the street, and would have Oktoberfest with different beers. The Spaten was her favorite.
We ordered food, which was delicious. I won't talk about it too much since I will in The Pork Porn Pages.
We saw a guy in full gameday Steelers gear storm into the bar. Of course we had to comment to each other about it. But then a minute later, the guy stormed out. Hmm.
The FP went outside to call a friend. While he was outside, I got to here the story of the missing bartender. So, one of the reasons we went to this particular bar was because they advertised having a tiki bar out back. When I went to check it out, it was empty and dark. So, later on, the bartender was telling a girl next to me how the back bartender or the waitress maybe was gone. An hour and a half before, this girl had asked the bartender (owner?) for the office key. The bartender asked why. The girl said to leave a note for the bookkeeper. The bartender said fine, but don't take your pay out cash, because you get paid tomorrow. So, half an hour after this, she hasn't seen the girl. The girl's boyfriend, who turned out to be the Steelers fan, comes in and asks where she is. The bartender said, she's in the back. The boyfriend said, no one is back there, and stormed out. The bartender was busy, so she didn't go to check for a little while. Later, when she needed to go in the back for a bottle of liquor, she saw that the girl was indeed gone. Some patrons had seen her leave. The POS register from the back was gone, and the key to the cabinet where the back TV was stored was with the office key, which the girl had. So, this girl seems to have made off with the POS register and maybe the TV. We left at that time, so I didn't get to find out what happened. Interesting place though.
So, we're taking it easy tonight. The most exciting part of the evening was searching the apartment for the one wine opener in the apartment. We couldn't find it anywhere. Until I started hammering a screwdriver into the cork. I almost had opened the bottle, when the FP found the corkscrew. In the drawer where it was supposed to be, under something. And the wine isn't really that good. But it's cheap.
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