The HBird Bar and Grill:

It’s just a seedy dive on the wrong side of the tracks; rife with drugs and prostitution and pornography and heavy drinking. You just know that on any given night a brawl will break out and furniture will be broken. Not the type of place where you would bring your mother.

But the HBird does have a loyal clientele. Fiercely loyal. I spoke to two of them. The first requested anonymity, so I will call him “Paul”.

 

“Paul’s” wife thinks he mining the Honeysuckle’s for a needed paycheck. But instead, he is down at the HBird sucking down some sleazy sugar water. “Paul” says he desperately needs relief from the drudgery of daily life, and he finds it a the HBird.

That’s cool “Paul”.

The second patron is Joey.

 

Joey doesn’t give a damn who knows he is here. As he says, he ain’t got no friggin ball and chain holding him down.

He loves the HBird. “There is always some fun goin’ down. Sometimes a crap table appears. Other times it the poker game in a smoky room out back.” He always packs an ace up his sleeve.

As to the frequent fights Joey admits to instigating a few of them, but hey it’s what makes the joint memorable.

See you there soon!