Behind the bar, Cheryl managed -- single-handedly -- to sling beers, make six burger-and-fry combos for carry-out, share photos of a party she threw last weekend and talk a patron into letting her use his pool for a party in a few weeks. She's my new hero.
And she makes a one hell of a burger. A handful of fresh ground beef on the grill, liberally seasoned, cooked to order, with perfectly melted cheese on a grilled Bunny Bread bun. Indeed, one of the best I've had in a long time, and perfect for absorbing the second beer purchased for me by Billy, the younger guy.
Pay no mind to the Volvos in the gravel parking lot. Larry's Tavern knows no class boundaries. I hope that the ladies from the nearby Ladies Bootcamp class occasionally march in for fried tacos. They've earned it.Robin Wheeler writes for the blog Poppy Mom. She also has a strange attraction to drinking establishments with jars of pickled -- or possibly fossilized -- eggs. She reports on these dives for Gut Check every Thursday.