“Go ahead, throw away the key. See if I care” A carefree story of being locked inside a restaurant & bar.


Since the late 1960s little Eddy has been a Green Bay Packer fan. I enjoy watching a few games during the season, but I wouldn’t call me a fan of the game. You’ll catch me out grilling food, roasting food or eating food during the game, that’s where you’ll find me. Last season Ed, his sister and a few others would drive many miles to a sports bar in Pleasant Hill. That got a bit tiresome and it wasn’t cheap. So, this year Ed & his crew found a local place to watch the game and have a few cool freshins’. Not only did he find a place, but he found a place where the owner locks him IN the bar & restaurant and goes home for the afternoon. Only to show up hours later to open up for dinner. That’s right, little Eddy gets the run of the place for the duration of the big big big big big game. Count me in as one of the attendees!



One of Ed’s deals is he works on cars. His brothers work on cars and his cousin Bob buys & works on cars. Years ago they had a shop for their personal use, but no longer. They’ve always lamented how nice it would be to have another shop. Yeah well, after talking with Ed, we’ve decided that a restaurant with a full bar and 8 teevees with a satellite dish is the way to go. Don’t you think?
Here we see Considerate Ed pouring me a refreshing beverage.

The, soon to be absent, owner left out some fresh rolls, salami, a tomato and loads of CHEEEESE to make hot sandwiches with. After nosing around a bit I found the stash of the homemade red sauce, slather slather slather. I scrooged some oregano & hot pepper flakes on mines. It was really tasty. I had a blast using a commercial pizza oven, dang it was hot. Plus there was a six burner commercial range with a really large unused griddle. Rarely do I get a chance to be IN a real kitchen. Definitely intimidating at first, I was over that in about ten minutes. Within 12 minutes I was grumbling because the kitchen was set up funny. The cooking utensils were clear across the room from the stove and the large sauce pans were in the other room. Plus there wasn’t any clear area where you were to slice & dice & chiffinade. Picky, picky, picky.

Pour another pitcher …

2 thoughts on ““Go ahead, throw away the key. See if I care” A carefree story of being locked inside a restaurant & bar.

  1. Locked in a bar with full kitchen. Such a shame…
    Reminds me of when my father in law managed a Knight’s of Columbus hall where I tended bar. Each Thanksgiving we would have the run of the place to cook a huge dinner for about 30 family members. Huge gas ranges, pizza ovens, industrial dishwasher, full bar. In a word, HEAVEN!!!