Bar Review #2
What’s that you say? Your daughter married your husband’s son and you have two, seven-year old grandkids? You’ve been with your husband thirteen years, and your daughter is 24? You just got out of jail?
That was my end of the conversation with Terry Lynn; a bona fide regular at Tom’s Tavern.
Nestled by the corner of University Parks and La Salle, Tom’s Tavern is easily overlooked from the road. The establishment is no larger than a four car garage and plays host to some of Waco’s finest on a daily basis.
There are three kinds of people that would love Tom’s. Those that hate choices, those that hate teeth, and those that like drinking at seven in the morning.
The $1.75, ice-cold beers are served by May, a sassy dame that wears purple clothes to match her Harley. She hates you till she likes you, and is quick with profanities. Ask for a draft beer and she might just tell you to go fuck yourself. Today is May’s birthday; I was told to bring her a cupcake.
Finally, I’ll warn you to be careful with the Jukebox. It’s really loud and the regulars don’t seem to like music.
Summary:
The bar really does open at 7 AM. Apparently it’s a hotspot for people getting off their jobs working the night shift. The only reason I’d go back is to talk to Terry Lynn, and bring the bartender her cupcake. (More on Terry Lynn in a later post)
Drink Selection: 2
Fear Factor: Medium
Amount of Fun: Medium
Labels: Bar Review
posted by Jon Swanburg @ 5:59 PM
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5 Comments:
“There are three kinds of people that would love Tom’s. Those that hate choices, those that hate teeth, and those that like drinking at seven in the morning.”
You forgot one kind of person. Those that have receeding hairlines and are nerdy enough to attempt to legislate the rules of beer pong.
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hey so are you dating brittney now, swanburg
First, the receeding hairline comment is just plain mean.
Second, I am not dating Brittany.
I've been living on La Salle for nine months now, and I just noticed Tom's Tavern this week--though I've driven right by it every morning. I was like "Is that a bar? It looks so... delicate."
Obviously, I didn't go inside. It was 7AM.
Delicate is a good way to describe it. Certainly not the place I'd hang out during a wind storm.
Unless of course, I had a hankering for an ice-cold Lone Star at 7 in the morning. At the point I'd have bigger problems than a mere building collapse.
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