Walking into my family bar is always a good time. Familiar and unfamiliar faces pepper the scene as they go about their conversations and the bar is at work. Conversations at the bar are usually about the Eagles, Phillies, or Flyers; but I hear the occasional story of a Gaelic Football championship or a really good concert. The barback is missing from the scene as the two usual bartenders are hard at work. The bartenders are always greeted by a wide array of people at the bar. The usuals are there but there are always a couple of odd groups at the bar. A guy straight from Ireland is yelling about his Guinness being poured wrong, the elder ladies in the corner are asking for fancy drinks such as Mohitos, Fancy Margaritas, and shots of stuff I've never heard of. The variety at the bar is always interesting.


A couple months before the opening night, my family bought a stripped down building. The building is the remnants of the old bar, Smokeaters. The old bar had a lot of negative reputation that we had to justify. My uncle and two of his friends purchased this ghost of a building. My family built the old building back into a decent bar. They worked threw water damage, broken pipes, and faulty electric wires to finally finish the bar it is today.
Every Saturday is pretty busy but this wasn't any Saturday. It was Eagles football day and the bar was almost all taken by 5 p.m. and the game was at 7 p.m. People were camping on the tables waiting for an elusive bar seat. The beerback always comes in with a ton of work during these early games.
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