Sal's Place
Dec. 26th, 2008 01:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spirithorse21Meeting up with friends late on Christmas eve can be tricky, as most everything is closed. But On Christmas eve, Jeremy and I ventured out to meet Ann and see if we couldn't find someplace that was open for wandering souls like us. Noblesville did not disappoint us.
Ann met us in a deserted Starbucks parking lot where we all piled into one (very toasty) truck and proceeded to drive toward the town square looking for greasy spoons that might provide shelter and solace for any lonely souls that night. But any lights we saw on were either flickering off, or simply providing security. It wasn't until we drown around the second corner of the square that we spotted Sal's Place.
It was a little corner bar, just a hole in the wall really. But the light were shining and music was drifting out. The front table was packed with a holiday group, and regular patrons were crowded around the bar. As we walked in and picked out a booth, we were greeted warmly.
"You'll need to come to the bar to get a drink. We don't got any waitresses on duty tonight."
*pause*
Tall, country, wiry blonde gal squares up in front of me and declares, "I like you're hat. Mind if I take it?"
I think she was half serious, but she laughed and told me she liked it and said we should enjoy ourselves. We laughed backed and said thank you before cozying up to the bar next to a few regulars. While we waited for the bartender, the man next to us struck up a conversation. And then Ann took off her hat too.
Ann: Does my hair look ok?"
Regular: "Looks great."
Ann: "It's just there's so much of it and it tends to get all flat with a hat on."
Regular: "Well look how flat mine is!" (It was a simple crew cut)
Regular No. 2: "Yeah, but mine takes even longer to do. Spent TWO HOURS on this!" (He was a large fellow with a bald head. *grin*)
We all had a good laugh and made some new friends. The skinny fellow bought us a round of drinks. We returned to our booth to chat and enjoy ourselves while the regular turned their attention to several rounds of shuffleboard. The bar had one of those lovely old shuffleboard tables set up in the middle of the bar and the guys were having a blast playing games and heckling each other. It was a riot.
And now we know. Sal's Place. It was great. We'd go again, even if it wasn't Christmas eve. But it sure was a fun evening.
Ann met us in a deserted Starbucks parking lot where we all piled into one (very toasty) truck and proceeded to drive toward the town square looking for greasy spoons that might provide shelter and solace for any lonely souls that night. But any lights we saw on were either flickering off, or simply providing security. It wasn't until we drown around the second corner of the square that we spotted Sal's Place.
It was a little corner bar, just a hole in the wall really. But the light were shining and music was drifting out. The front table was packed with a holiday group, and regular patrons were crowded around the bar. As we walked in and picked out a booth, we were greeted warmly.
"You'll need to come to the bar to get a drink. We don't got any waitresses on duty tonight."
*pause*
Tall, country, wiry blonde gal squares up in front of me and declares, "I like you're hat. Mind if I take it?"
I think she was half serious, but she laughed and told me she liked it and said we should enjoy ourselves. We laughed backed and said thank you before cozying up to the bar next to a few regulars. While we waited for the bartender, the man next to us struck up a conversation. And then Ann took off her hat too.
Ann: Does my hair look ok?"
Regular: "Looks great."
Ann: "It's just there's so much of it and it tends to get all flat with a hat on."
Regular: "Well look how flat mine is!" (It was a simple crew cut)
Regular No. 2: "Yeah, but mine takes even longer to do. Spent TWO HOURS on this!" (He was a large fellow with a bald head. *grin*)
We all had a good laugh and made some new friends. The skinny fellow bought us a round of drinks. We returned to our booth to chat and enjoy ourselves while the regular turned their attention to several rounds of shuffleboard. The bar had one of those lovely old shuffleboard tables set up in the middle of the bar and the guys were having a blast playing games and heckling each other. It was a riot.
And now we know. Sal's Place. It was great. We'd go again, even if it wasn't Christmas eve. But it sure was a fun evening.
