What is your favorite kind of bar

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what is your favorite kind of bar?

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Food:
Beverage:
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Music:

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

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Decor: Working waterfront
Food: ?
Beverage: ?
Attendees: ?
Music: ?

expliquez

[wease]

The kind where everybody knows your name

[96583UP]

i also enjoy waterfront, but with more of a leisurely fishing vibe

Decor: fisherman theme
Food: must have fried clam strips
Beverage: beer and whiskey
Attendees: fun and portly
Music: negligible

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The kind where everybody knows your name

you guys don't seem to understand the format of this thread do you

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Jorge]

Decor: Gay
Food: Gay
Beverage: Gay
Attendees: Gay
Music: Gay

[Ello Sailor]

Decor: Industrial
Food: Kor-Mex fusion
Beverage: Cocktails (old-fashioned pls), Japanese beer so as to scratch that weeb baller itch.
Attendees: Who cares?
Music: Downbeat/trip hop/lofi

[Ello Sailor]

If such a place exists, I must find it.

[Ello Sailor]

(@ Jorge's gay bar)

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i wondered how long it would take before we got a gay bar reference

fortunately, was not long

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Decor: Industrial
Food: Kor-Mex fusion
Beverage: Cocktails (old-fashioned pls), Japanese beer so as to scratch that weeb baller itch.
Attendees: Who cares?
Music: Downbeat/trip hop/lofi

down with all this except industrial decor

[The Argonaut]

what is your favorite kind of bar?

Decor: futuristic/psychedelic
Food: milk
Beverage: milk plus
Attendees: me and my droogs, other juvenile delinquents
Music: electronic music inspired by Beethoven

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ok, ok me like

[The Argonaut]

Ambiance: menacing

[BurtReynolds]

Skeezy little dive bars with live music.

Decor: band stickers
Food: greasy
Beverage: plentiful
Attendees: chicks
Music: stoner or rockabilly

[Ello Sailor]

Argo's A Clockwork Orange milk bar wins.

[Ello Sailor]

down with all this except industrial decor

Not all industrial decor is created equal, hombre.

[Bammer]

Mounds