The Midwest: Setting the Bar High

My mom & I headed to a local bar last night, one that's located a whopping .9 miles away from our home. The occasion? My best friend's dad's band was playing, & we wanted to show our support. As a bonus, my best friend & her husband were in town from Tennessee, though I wish it had been for a better reason than a death in the family.

Let me tell you a bit about said bar & my experience at it:

• It is approximately the size of a large walk-in closet.
  
  
• It's been there for decades, but prior to last night, I didn't think I knew a single person who'd ever been there.
  
  
• It used to be another old bar, one that frequently sent well-wishes to bar regulars by putting things like "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RHONDA!" & "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, ED & BEATRICE!" on its front sign... & leaving them there for months at a time.
  
  
• It appears to be popular with drunken folks of parental age, particularly those who enjoy dancing.
  
  
• The men's restroom is not labeled, which led me to believe it was a unisex restroom, which led to some embarrassment when another patron asked me in a patient yet condescending voice, "Are you looking for the women's restroom?" This was, of course, after I'd already used the men's.
  
  
• Also, there was this:
  
  In case you can't see it in the lack of light, that's a walker. Atop an empty table. In a bar.
  
  
• Finally - & perhaps most importantly - the bar is also home to a food cart called The Purple People Eatery, where the menu options include "walking tacos" (no idea) & "chicken sandwhiches" (spelled that way). I, however, wanted to be a little adventurous, so I ordered... wait for it... a taco dog. What, you ask, is a taco dog? Well, duh, it's a hot dog topped with taco fixins, including ground beef, shredded lettuce, cheddar cheese & diced tomatoes. Of course. Lucky for me, it did not look like this:
  
  But, I am only mildly ashamed to admit, it did taste delicious.

Ohhhh, Ohio. You've got me.