Friends and I met early for drinks at the Happy Gnome last night. The service was excellent, as was the food (Duck Bruschetta… mmm!) and the beer (and I resisted anything from outside of our fair state, sans a pour of Rodenbach). Catching up with friends is always a good thing, and the addition of good beer and good food didn’t hurt anything.
The bar was a little busy (after all, it’s Saturday night) and people were having a difficult time finding a place to sit. There were more than a few people standing around waiting for a table in the bar. Suddenly a black party bus pulls up, and probably twenty people file out. Probably not the best choice on their part, but I guess I can’t blame someone for wanting a drink at the ‘Gnome. Of course I can, and will blame them with some sort of crime for bringing a tambourine into the bar. It would seem that no one told them that the ‘Gnome is obviously a tambourine-free zone. Duh.
The party bus (and it’s tambourine) left after a drink and a photo with a gnome. Thank God. Oddly enough, the bathroom signs disappeared at the same time as well. I had waited for the crowd to clear before navigating my way to the restroom and had to do a double-take when I found only double-sided tape on the bathroom doors. Thanks assholes.
If there any gnomes missing from said bar, one can only guess that they’d be found in a black party bus. Ugh.
