1 /5 DArt459: I was in town on business and afterwards I was looking for a place to grab a bite to eat and I casually strolled into The Main Street Pub. Upon entry it was very dimly lit and the strongest impression was the stink of a fryer that might have fried one too many batches of fries or crystalized freezer burned tater tots. The staff at the bar were busy speaking in hushed tones with some locals and seemed a little put off by having to break away from the daily gossip huddle to acknowledge my presence. As I sat there waiting for service I got a good look at the kitchen service line which is right behind the bar and the overall squalid condition of the equipment along with the malodorous invasion of my olfactory glands I made up my mind not to have a bite to eat in this particular establishment. I did dare to order a bottled beer to slake my thirst. A glass was offered to accompany my beverage but I politely declined. Worst case scenario I could wipe off the bottle top with the corner of my shirt prior to taking a sip. The eye roll that I was given by the "bar tendress" affirmed to me, I made the right choice to have one drink only and high step it right out the front door to engage in commerce with another establishment in town. Maybe the lady behind the bar was having an emotionally challenging day. But Ill say the elderly lady sitting at the bar was a bit more personable she at least inquired as to "where I was from", but given the curtain of gloom draped over the the whole experience. I suspect they might have been looking for another target of gossip, rumor, and suspicion and right now the sights were set upon me. Fortunately for me I found a quaint little place across the square and around the corner that was resplendent in its cleanliness, warm service, and a delightful bill of fare, and cocktail service
