I used to frequent this neighborhood tavern in Miami that’s been there for ages. It’s the type of place that has a nondescript jukebox in one corner, a tiny, rickety stage in another, a few pool tables and our favorite beers on tap. If we were being honest with ourselves we’d admit that we were probably there for the girls more than anything else. But the place also had really decent food and that solidified its status as an oft-chosen hangout. One night, I strolled in with my posse to drink some brews and find something to chew. I was starving and craving their signature crusted fish sandwich, but my dreams were dashed when the sullen server said they were out. Dejectedly, I looked at the menu again and ordered something I’d never had before, the blue cheese and bacon burger with fries and a beer.
Determined that I was going to have a good time I began guzzling my Killian’s Red and flipping through the karaoke catalog to find the perfect song to showcase my vocal prowess. After two beers and a lengthy internal debate, I settled on Prince’s ‘I Would Die 4 U.’ I strutted up to the tiny little stage like a peacock in a hen house and proceeded to thoroughly butcher a classic jam! When I got back to my seat what awaited me was a sight so sweet I thought I would cry.
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