Ye Ole Rustic Tavern

My closest bar is Ye Ole Rustic Tavern. I went there to play chess with my friend Brian.

My friend Brian:



You can see that he is domestic. You also can see that this photo was taken a long time ago before it had snowed already. You can see I only had my shitty camera on my phone to take the pictures in this post.

Anyway, Brian and I ply chess in the Tavern. The beer is cheap. The Packers are losing by a gazillion, so the bar patrons are morose and hammered, but not violent, because it's a preseason game.

The Tavern sells pickled eggs. I am surprised. I thought they were only sold at Moe's, in Springfield. Of course I have to have one (Brian eats them regularly). And I have to have it with a shot of bourbon, in a plastic shotglass:



With mustard.


Oh yeah, there was a bug zapper in the corner. So our game was punctuated by the sweet sound of death. ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzt!