I had absolutely no real idea what to expect, because it is impossible to see inside the place, so I didn't even know what it looked like inside. I'll admit that after I parked, I sat in my car for a minute composing myself. Instead of diving straight into the assignment, I decided I would just do some reconnaissance, just seeing the inside is step #1.
I walked in and it was not particularly bright in there. It did not give off a "clean and sanitary environment," per say. There were a couple of pool tables, and a bar, with some various machines about, including change, poker, some kind of candy things.
I noted a sign for the bathroom in the corner, which I silently hoped that I would never have to see what those look like.
I also noted that there was no one there. I guess other people don't think it should be socially acceptable to drink earlier in the day.
In the hopes of looking inconspicuous and not just randomly wandering in there with nothing to do, I went over and sat down at the bar.
The bartender was cleaning something on the other side of the counter, but I did not want to interrupt to call his attention, so I just waited and stared at all the liquor signs advertising drinks like Corona and Budweiser. He looked about mid-late 30s.
He finally came over and asked if I'd like anything, with a super suspicious look on his face. I am used to this look though, because I am very aware that I do not look old enough to drink. I ordered a Heineken and waited for the imminent "ID?" question. I gave it to him while he scrutinized my picture and calculated if my birth year made me legit or not. I handed over the $4 in exchange with my ID he handed back, then he went to get a bottle from the freezer behind him. He opened it up with a bottle opener and gave it to me with a cocktail napkin. Then he went back to his cleaning duty.
I half turned around on my stool to look around some more while I drank my beer. After another good look-through, I thanked the man, hopped off my stool, and left.
I left there knowing that gathering my courage just to come out to this place by myself was a job well done, and I knew that I had completed part 1 of this project.




