It looks like the sort of place where there's a jovial buxom waitress named Crystal, who hair has been teased into improbably yellow, curly mallbangs since the '80s. The barkeep is a huge, one-armed ex-Marine called Jake, and there's a regular who's always wearing a jacket even in 90-degree heat. He sips cheap whiskey straight until he's at a 45-degree angle and Jake cuts him off. No one - not even Jake - knows his name. And there's a cat - Charlie - a lean orange tabby with battle scars and broken tail. Jake loves that cat. Anyone who comments on allergies or the Health Code when they see Charlie can hit the bricks.
A parade of college students, turistas, and marine biologists come and go during the day for beers and burgers, but at night it can get a little rough. There was one night after Hurricane Andrew where it looked like the only customers were bikers and refugees made homeless from the storm, and both were pretty scary.
Like this one night - maybe April or May in '07? It was a warm, wet blanket of an evening and not much traffic outside.
The door creaked open, and everyone turned to look. And what happened next? Well, Crystal won't discuss it. She acts like she can't hear you when you ask. Jake is tight-lipped too - you can see him go someplace else in his head when the topic comes up. The regular just taps his glass on the bar for a refill. And Charlie? Well, he can't talk. But he can amble away with his tail in the air.
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A parade of college students, turistas, and marine biologists come and go during the day for beers and burgers, but at night it can get a little rough. There was one night after Hurricane Andrew where it looked like the only customers were bikers and refugees made homeless from the storm, and both were pretty scary.
Like this one night - maybe April or May in '07? It was a warm, wet blanket of an evening and not much traffic outside.
The door creaked open, and everyone turned to look. And what happened next? Well, Crystal won't discuss it. She acts like she can't hear you when you ask. Jake is tight-lipped too - you can see him go someplace else in his head when the topic comes up. The regular just taps his glass on the bar for a refill. And Charlie? Well, he can't talk. But he can amble away with his tail in the air.
And that really tells the tale, no?
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My cousin owns a joint on A1a called the Sunset Grille.. y'ever been?
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