What is it about windowless, wood-paneled, dark rooms that reek of stale beer and bad ideas that remind me of home?
Recently I joined a neighborhood softball team put together by my landlord. The average age of player is 50. It is essentially an excuse for us to play softball for an hour once a week, and then go drinking at the local bars.
This past week we went to the local moose lodge. With all the glitz and glamour of any moose lodge, I was excited to see a bar without palm trees or a beach theme. This place was even complete with a chain-smoking, elder bartender who has been there since the 60's. She knows everyone by name and bust's everyone's ball's. I couldn't tell if she was flirting with me or if she hated me. It was fantastic. Such a great refresher back to the Philadelphia area vibe I prefer.
If you plan on visiting, we will be visiting The Moose...