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Lost art


The bar is tucked to the right with a narrow alley way leading to an opening wood beams, over-the-top Iris decor and vintage signs scattered throughout the dimly lit bar A wall of coolers lining the entire left side with a glass window exterior and aluminum backdrop the right side of the place is open with several tables for additional seating and an outdoor patio Different bottles of beers greets customers dogfish head punkin and union jack india there is a brew on the list for anyone beers on tap are worth noting as well A bourbon barrel aged imperial stout features a collection of California breweries finest to take home or consumed on the spot a lost art in the frantic nighttime scene
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blissmaniak

I wanted to write down exactly what I felt, but somehow the paper stayed empty, and I could not have described it any better.

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