We went to a bar last night for a burger and a beer. What a let-down! Four televisions showed boxing, my least favorite sport, so I had to keep averting my eyes. Loud mediocre music came from the PA. There was one number so penetrating that I had to cover my ears till it ended.

We were lingering to let paint smell die down in the house. The burger was good, and I had a Bud because I like the Clydesdales.

Why go, if you don't like it? you ask. I'm sick of Thai and Mediterranean.