So if you find yourself South East of San Antonio ( of Alamo fame ) in Braunig Lake and you are looking for a place to " wet your whistle ", be warned. The first place you will be sent to ( doncha just love I-phones ? ) is called Flying Tigers, unless you have a fetish for t.v's, give this place a miss. Too many flat screens and not enough atmosphere.Don't lose hope, the next place is called J,J's. Its in a neighbourhood called Bergsmill, just one block south of Military Drive.
Don't let the drab fascade fool you.We pulled into the carpark and gave it the once over. " This'll do said Annette. Oh and it was SuperBowl Sunday so the place was very busy.Walked in and got served straight away by the " one and only" Joe. He is the man that keeps the beers flowing.Looking around,the decor was nothing special but the atmosphere was welcoming.We decided to stay and have another beer.I needed the restroom and asked where it was " outback " , said Joe smiling. This is when the fun began.
I went " outback " and all the locals were out enjoying the sun and cooking food. The laughter and talk where flowing.I asked a guy the way to the toilet and he pointed me in the right direction.When I come out, the same fella asked me where I was from. Not in a hostile way but in a " where is that accent from ? " way.I told him Liverpool, England and that was it. Next minute I am being invited to eat chicken, pig and rabbit , all cooked outside by the chaps.The rabbit used to reside in the back until that afternoon.Now it was one of the main dishes of the afternoon.I might add that Maria made the Guacamole and it was " too die for " , better than any store bought stuff and a perfect accompaniment to the meats on offer.A few more beers and next minute the banter and laughter is getting louder.Loads of handshakes and hello's, but no names, I could have been back at home. This was like an evening in the infamous " Pepper's ". The Wolf was convinced I wasn't English and said he was waiting for me to " drop my accent ".Then Annette got invited outside to enjoy the food.
I went back inside to find I had already been bought a beer from someone I didn't know. Then Dora came over and said hello, she and her Husband were there for the SuperBowl.Thanks Dora for the cab number,as efficient as you said they would be. We were made to feel so welcome here. I could have been back in Liverpool.But with the added pleasure of fresh cooked food.
Perhaps its previous experiences but the chaps were still suspicious of me and wouldn't give me their names for this blog.The Wolf asked me if I was wearing a wire and never needing an excuse to take my clothes off in a bar , I put him at ease by showing him there was no wire.Then I suggested we take a group picture for the blog. That suggestion was about as welcome as a fart in a spacesuit.So I carried on drinking the cold ones and eating the great food. Once again big thanks to Maria who made the mean gaucamole that accompanied the meat.
One of the guys said he pulled in behind us in the car park , when we arrived and wondered if we were lost. He was surprised when we stayed to drink.You can't beat a good bar and when you are greeted with a sign that declares " no dancing on the tables in spurs " , you know you are in for a good time.As in Willcox, the folks here were proud of their neighbourhood and told us all about its history. We couldn't have got a better welcome.The beer, laughter and banter flowed.So if you find yourself in the area,check this bar out.With luck, there may be some cooking going on out the back. Joe will show you the way.Just don't wear a wire cos it might get embarrassing when the hugs start.
Much thanks to everyone who made our afternoon such a good time.
Thanks to the Wolfman and " Tommy " for sharing a smoke with me, you had to be there.
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