Thanks to Elizabeth Dole, if that happened today the barman would be in jail for that. The underage-drinking laws in the US are insane, but that's a topic for a whole 'nother thread.
Well, I wasn’t drinking but I know what you mean. It was simply a place where families would hang out on weekend evenings. Close to home, good stuff on the jukebox, and everyone knew each other. There was a large lawn with oak trees, so during summer people would come to picnic and swim during the daytime. There was also a home near the shoreline that families could rent by the week. But during the week, I was pretty much alone outside unless the house was rented.