Bluegrass Tavern

Walking into this place had the feel of that old salsa commercial where the cowboy is reading where his salsa was made, and he has to mutter, «New York City.» And then it’s almost as if the record scratches (there is no record) and the music stops (there is no music, just follow along, dummy). And the other cowboy goes, «NEEEUW YORRRCK CITTAY???»
It felt like that. We walked in and the lights were brighter than I usually light my house when I’m at home reading a book. Which is never, by the way, but please keep following along and stop interrupting, thanks.
There was cigarette smoke everywhere but we only felt it in the air because that’s how smoke works.
They had no gluten free beers and I was pretty sure I would get kicked in the jimmy if I asked for one. No wine — again, same comment about my jimmy. And lastly, no hard liquor.
So, I just watched my friends drink beers and I watched the hockey game on TV.
Hockey. It’s own New York City moment in and of itself.
Do come here though. It’s worth the…
Sorry. I can’t keep going. I am the only person who has even Unilocaled this place! What is the difference? I may as well be writing in my journal.