Tuesday, June 28, 2011
I adore Scotty's BBQ in English Station, KY, but damn, this giant HDTV smack dab in the middle of everything drives me up the freakin' wall. I sit at a bar to be hypnotized by tequila, not television.
Someday I will have a bar, and it will either have no TV whatsoever, or it will have one placed inobtrusively that plays nothing but obscure old black-and-white films like The Great Gabbo, The Magic Cloak of Oz, and drive-in theatre intermission films. And when you ask me to turn it to "the game", you will be mocked and ridiculed mercilessly.