Friday, February 22, 2008

I'm A Cop - Not!

A few weeks ago I was in Reading and encountered some friction from a pub-ful of people who apparently had reached a consensus that I was an undercover cop.

This decision came to a head when one of the patrons actually followed me outside to ask me to show him that I was NOT wearing a concealed firearm. I guess he expected me to go around the corner and climb into my unmarked Crown Vic. Sorry buddy, no piece today and all I was driving away in was my 10 year old jalopy.

Well, advance forward and I am sitting in a bar in Lancaster - the guy next to me is eyeballing me. I hate being eyeballed.

Wanna guess what he was wondering? You guessed it - if i was an undercover cop. This line is growing old.

He left, I had another beer or two. Then I left in the snow to my 10 year old jalopy.

Maybe some feature of my face has changed and I suddenly have a look that makes everyone think I am law enforcement.

Who knows.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Logan's Roadhouse

One of the strongest themes about my website is that I am want small town taverns to survive.

There are several factors that challenge these taprooms but one of the biggest ones is the constant pressure and competition from chain bar/restraurants.

So, I have vowed to not patronize the never-ending stream of these cookie-cutter businesses.

This weekend I was taken to the Logan's Roadhouse in York, PA. The feel is the same as just about every other box - whether that be a Damon's or Friday's or Fuddruckers.

The food was fairly good but quite slow to arrive. I did not order beer (figured I had to spend money there to eat so I might as well not give them my beer money too).

Many people were eating, drinking and talking - seemingly happy in an artificial environment. That just isn't my style.