Phineas and I discovered a new (well, new to us, anyway) late night hangout last night. It’s completely tragic in the best possible way. the jukebox is full of, as phin put it, roller skating music (hall & oates *and* american pie – what could possibly be better?); the clientele wear entire outfits – nay, getups – devoted to the noble sport of auto racing; the smoke hangs thicker in the air than the fog that hid Jack the Ripper from his victims; and the linoleum and faux wood panelling remind one of the rec room at Uncle Jerry’s, circa 1975. There’s even a pool table, and Old Style on tap – 3 taps, to be exact. Heaven? Let’s just say it’s Almost Paradise. Welcome to the Blue Light.
