It's another glorious afternoon on The Hill and you simply need a place to relax without all the added bullshit. A bartender pours you an exaggerated shot of whiskey and cracks open a canned Hamm's. Consume. Have another. A piece of chicken is battered and propelled into a deep fryer as the air in the room fills with a rich maple aroma. Your lips smack together as Iggy and The Stooges "Search and Destroy" blares through the speaker. It is at perfect volume. Just loud enough to talk close to your lady, but not too loud to distract you from the playoff game.
Everything is perfect. But, no really, everything is perfect for everyone. The differences and similarities of patrons are all somehow embraced. It's one big happy family and the interior of the ship is where we sit. Our livers work tirelessly together to keep the boat afloat. The sea captain enters, sheds off his silver aviators and hands you a shot of good tequila. Follows it up with whiskey and gravy. You warm up with genuine camaraderie as another birthday is celebrated spinning your head around that sweet 7 inch of classic soul music. Some poor life choices are definitely among us and they are going to be some of the best decisions we've ever made.
Thank you, Captain Blacks. Cheers to many more!