I think I would be willing to nominate to junior godhood Mike Callahan, Spider Robinson’s fictional bartender at the crosstime saloon.
He liked running an interesting place, where if you had troubles and wanted to talk about it, you could. But nobody was allowed to pry.
Toasts, followed by smashing your glass in the large fireplace, were especially illuminating.
And you know what I like about that place?
It’s kinda like this place.
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Hear hear!
Were I home, I’d be posting my Callahan’s bar graphic!