The Dive Bomber: South City Hospitality at Pepper's Bar and Grill

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After a few songs a young man approached me, introduced himself and asked my name. Now, this is more like it. He asked me if I'd move over one seat so he and his girlfriend could sit together.

And I did. I leaned against the wall at the end of the bar, all by myself, watching Hell's Kitchen, horse racing and the weather simultaneously, drinking my beer.

The bartender took pity on me by giving me a freebie when I said I was finished. Good thing, too. If I didn't have that last beer I would have missed the discussion between the couple sitting next to me and the woman who came in solely to confront them.

I thought I might get to finally see a bar fight. It ended with a fizzle, though. The woman from outside took the guy to the back for a few minutes, came back alone and was told by the other woman that they were "just friends." The first woman left in a huff.

Sometimes, seeing other humans interact with one another is enough to make being alone seem pretty sweet.

Robin Wheeler writes 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.
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