I grew up going to bars with my dad. These were biker bars, blue-collar hang-outs, Polish clubs, etc. He would compete in billiards tournaments and I'd hang out and drink Vernors and eat peanuts and chit chat with the scraggly old guys.
I think that it made it far less of a forbidden pleasure when I was in my teens and 20s.
My daughter freaks out when we go to a pub. I always forcibly put her on a barstool and ask, "I forget which Scotch you prefer, is it Glenfiddich or Glenlivet?" and then she turns red, tells me that I'm not funny, and then we go get a table.
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