a whole new meaning to breakfast bars

Here in Wisconsin, where the bar to church ratio is 3:1, you can always find bars with really great “bar food”. A few days ago, we treated ourselves to our favorite dinner from a local bar – the dinner was fish sandwiches and seasoned wedge fries – and it was great! I asked Ryan if he had to wait long to pick up the order, and he said that he didn’t because the bar was dotted with old men just sitting around with their beers. And I said it was no wonder that the place also served breakfast, due to the fact that most of their customers were over sixty and, no doubt, gave the place enough business during the “early bird special” hours. That led to a conversation about the dual life of small-town Wisconsin bars - they start out as wholesome family “restaurants” where four and five-year old kids can go eat with their parents and grandparents from sunrise to sundown and then, when happy hour kicks in, they turn into thriving downtown hubs where people come from near and far for the cheap beer on tap, $1 well drinks, and to hear the country-rock bands. That led to a conversation about under-age drinking and no wonder how easy it is for high school kids to get alcohol at bars. I guess they have been going to these “family restaurants” their entire lives! Hmmmm.