• Posted on:May 8th, 2008
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• Category:Eat and Be Merry, My Life as a Bartender

Sometimes you have a bad night at The Bar and walk out with $8 in tips. You’ve been commiserating all evening with one of the managers and Jim the Wonder Cook, but feel you need to continue at the bar down the street. You decide to have one beer, to be social. It’s early, and you did just find out that you got a raise tonight, for being “a valued employee.” It’s that’s not a good reason to celebrate with watery beer in a run-down U.P. bar, then what is?

Upon entering the other bar you notice it’s Guitar Hero night, and drafts are $1 (and you immediately realize why no one comes into YOUR bar). One beer turns into more than one, and one song on Guitar Hero turns into many more, ending in a long game of pool against the cook (you win) and fortunately, no shots of anything in the 80 proof department.

You cap off the night with the rest of a hamburger you started to eat at work and go to bed, about three hours later than originally planned. In the morning, you feel less than stellar. You consider dragging yourself up to the nearest fast food establishment for a breakfast sandwich before breakfast serving hours are over. You then remember a special sandwich from that Adam Sandler movie and that not only do you have freshly baked bread in the kitchen, but you also bought bacon at the grocery store.

You then realize it is your duty to construct this sandwich and eat it with gusto. It is the American way.