I’m at a new place, one that my brother found. It serves his favorite kind of beer (usually), and is a cozy place, below street level. When fuego gave me directions how to find it, they ended with “go up about 2 1/2 blocks and it will be obvious.” As I walked up the street I smiled. There was the Bernard sign. No mystery which of the several taverns on the block was the one I was looking for.
As I got closer, the choice became even more obvious. The name of the place is ‘fuego’. Alas, despite the name there is no fireplace here. Despite living in a place where buildings don’t burn and the winters are cold, almost nowhere to be found in this city is a bar or café with a fireplace.
The music that is playing right now is pure ’80’s power pop, generic in every way, lacking in anything that would single out which hair band is responsible for this stuff. There was one instrumental in which the guitar sounded like Joe Satriani, but what he’d be doing with those other losers, and why the producer wouldn’t let him loose on the other songs as well, will remain forever a mystery.
Soundtrack and fireplace notwithstanding, this is a pretty nice place to get some work done.
I think we could get a fire place in there, silly it doesn’t have one, especially in the room with all of the couches…
That is great! But Fuego, do you think the owners want a flaming pit against the wall? Or is it going to be one of those “oops dropped the candle on the grain alcohol I just spilt”?
Did I ever tell you about the time at the Padre Trail Inn when the guy lit his face on fire?
No you haven’t *laughing* one of these days we’ll spin tales deep into the night. Between the two of us I know we have 2 or 3 ‘friend’ novels.