What can I get you?
He leans across the bar. Kindly looking into my bewildered eyes. A simple question he has asked numerous times this evening. He expects a simple and quick reply.
It’s 6:30pm on a week night and the place is already buzzing with after-work imbibing. Hipsters and the like winding down the day – or maybe just getting started for the night. It’s loud, the energy of the place palpable.
