After years of bad first impressions and wasted, awkward Saturday nights, I finally found what I’ve been looking for last night. Great to look at, casual, and it gets my head all fuzzy in just the right sorts of ways. It took more than a few awful first dates, and hazy nights to get me here, but I have finally found a bar I can call home. A short busty brunette poured me some Brooklyn Brown Ale, and out of my peripheral vision I saw something golden, a clear and utter lack of douchebags.
I knew I found something special when I walked through those doors, and the previously uninhabitable shit hole that existed prior was a thing of the past. No longer would I be witness to sketchy mustachioed man following girls into the lady’s room. No longer would I have to have the worst well drinks known to man. No longer would I worry about being stabbed with a rusty bar fork. These new ownership changed it from the ugly girl with glasses to the hot chick that you know was always there, beneath the seedy underbelly.
I have found the bar of my townie dreams. The crowd is cool, the bartenders flirty and yet not skanky, and the tap will be the eyes and ears of many a night of conquests and sad stories. It is my untapped future.
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