You walk into the bar and see that it's really a neighbourhood bar, nothing to exotic here. There's a couple of TVs showing the latest baseball game, one with the news on while some rock music is played quietly for ambience. You see that the crowd is mainly blue collar workers, not the hip young crowd, but you do see a variety of patrons in the bar. Scott continues walking and finds a table with 4 seats, smallest table size there is. The longer you sit in the bar the more familiar it feels.
A couple of seconds after sitting down a waitress walks over wearing a pair some causal looking clothes and hands you two menus and tells you the specials, the one that stands out is the All You Can Eat Pasta meal.
"I'm starving," you announce," That all you can eat pasta meal sounds perfect."
"Good choice," says the waitress with a smile and jotting down your order and looks at Scott and asks," And you, sir?"
"I'll just take the house burger," Scott replies after a second quick glance at the menu.
"Alright," says the waitress writing in her note book again," And what are you boys having to drink tonight?"
You order a jug of your Uncle's favourite beer without a blink.
The waitress recaps the order and tells you it'll be a few minutes and heads back to the bar.
"I thought you were on a diet?" Scott asks once the waitress is gone.
"I decided to take a break," you smile and leans back and rest a hand on your belly.
"Oh good, you tend to be cranky when you're on your diets," Scott comments with a playful smile.
The waitress returns with the jug of beer and two glasses. You've never been a fan of beer, you've tried it a few times, but the bitter taste just isn't for you. You pour yourself a glass and take a sip and the cool smooth thick liquid tastes amazing to you. The beer leaves a bit of a tingly taste once it's down your throat and you can see why your Uncle enjoys this flavour.
Scott takes a sip of his own beer and begins to talk about his office job and a few stories of the last week or so. While Scott mentions a few names you get a brief image in your head of a couple faces you've never seen before and wonder if it's your Uncle's body filling in the blanks and wonder just how much of it his and what remains of your conscious.
It doesn't take long until the food arrives. Scott gets a burger with a plateful of fries, where you get a massive plate and a bowl of meat sauce on the side. You pour the meat sauce on the noodles and dig in while still carrying on the conversation with Scott.
Your capacity for food is amazing, you find yourself half way done your second plate when Scott gives up on his plate only after finishing the burger and maybe half the fries.
"You're going to stay a bean pole if you keep eating like that," you say after consumption your current mouthful of food.
"I'm happy being a slim guy," Scott says with a smile and takes another sip of his beer. He must be halfway done his second glass where you've demolished at least 5 glasses worth. You kind of feel the effects of the beer, it's putting you into the somewhat numb phase and feel a bit dizzy.
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