And there's this other one that's on the way to Mt. Bonnell, can't quite remember the name of it, but it's a little dive in the middle of all these homes, and it has a fantastic view.
I've been in Dry Creek several times. Always warned, in hushed tones about her. Always acted very politely, courteously, mannerly. Walked on eggshells. Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am. God bless Owen Temple, ma'am. Never made small talk or direct eye contact.
Went there with a random guy once. He walks in like he owns the joint. As he struts to the bar, I'm thinking, "this is going to be great. A real life murder before my very eyes."
As he gets there, and we were the only folks in the joint, he is met with a beer bottle, right in the palm of his hand. He leans against the bar, starts making small talk with Sara. Asking about her family and business and so on. She's asking him questions about things. Where he's been off to.
I honestly thought I was going to have my first heart attack at 25. It was the most god-damn confounding thing I had ever seen.
After a good 15 minutes of chatting, he comes back to the back, where our women are. I quiz him and he says something like, "I've been drinking beer here since I was 13. Hell, I think she served my dad when he was under age. She's a sweetheart."
Is it Dry Creek or Marina Creek? We're talking about the tiny whole in the wall out by Mount Bonnelle with the two dollar beers, wonderful view of Austin?