The 3rd place, a deli/pub in a university-owned building, turned out to have seating in the building out through a doorway – which turned out to be a very quiet lobby in an
undergraduate dorm.
I sat
and read Balzac and watched through the outside windows kid smoke outside, and
this ethnic-looking jocko walked by from over by the elevators with a laundry
basket and gave me an odd look.
I felt
like any minute the police would stop by, ask why I was there, and pick me up
for predatorially lurking in the hopes of picking up college students.
Really, what I don't do for bars.
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