When I'm traveling for work... I often eat at the bar. I'll get a menu, maybe order a drink, watch some TV if there's a game on. Get in. Get out.
Tonight... down in NOLA... I went into a little local cafe I guess. I've been here before so I wasn't completely a stranger. Like last time, I was on the only Asian and at the bar, strangely enough... were all old men well into retirement age. Did I just walk into some sorta "special" bar I wasn't aware of? Were they having a monthly gathering or meeting of the local chapter?
I was famished and just wanted to eat. But amazingly... one of the older gentleman started striking up a conversation and he was just the friendliest guy you can encounter. He was obviously a local... flirting with the bartender... making wise cracks with his buds. Then another guy comes in... and he introduces me to his friend.
It felt uncomfortable... but after awhile... I started to like it. They weren't too intruding... giving me time to eat. And before you knew it... he paid and left.
A fun bar experience. Is that what going to a bar is suppose to be like?
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