i regret that i continue to read anything written by Bethany Jean Clement, hoping for something witty or insightful. thankfully, i resolve to stop reading her crap in the new year!
Regardless of economic rosiness or pallor,
Drinking endures
Bar Exam is now three years and four months old—
A soused toddler.
For now
The owners' son is named Oliver,
Making the name a special pun-triangulation irritant,
But they reportedly have good snacks,
Including truffled popcorn.
Or The Mix, or Mix Lounge;
The internet disagrees with itself.
Separately? Together? Unclear
Not sure what they are, but I like the sound of it.
Now home to Jamie Boudreau
Sorry, dear neighbor to the whatever-direction-you-are-in!
With this notation from an unknown source:
"Trust me! Excellent chili. Go on a Thursday night."
hands down the worst bar in the city.
A found poem by Bethany Jean Clement
Regardless of economic rosiness or pallor,
Drinking endures
Bar Exam is now three years and four months old—
A soused toddler.
For now
The owners' son is named Oliver,
Making the name a special pun-triangulation irritant,
But they reportedly have good snacks,
Including truffled popcorn.
Or The Mix, or Mix Lounge;
The internet disagrees with itself.
Separately? Together? Unclear
Not sure what they are, but I like the sound of it.
Now home to Jamie Boudreau
Sorry, dear neighbor to the whatever-direction-you-are-in!
With this notation from an unknown source:
"Trust me! Excellent chili. Go on a Thursday night."
I <3 BJC