Odd, wouldn't you think? For a bar to not be open on a weekend afternoon, a perfect time to make some money. Well you'd have a point, but there was a method to the madness of one particular owner. If you're closed during the bustle, you get to keep the drunk and disorderly out of your establishment.
Manzo had very little patience for people like that. While he did own a bar after all. It was a cozy place, not somewhere idiots could congregate to start fights, or sexually harass the other patrons. He was proud of that.
Though most patrons knew that if they walked in during this time of the day, he'd be happy to see them and serve them. With no qualm at all. After all it wasn't them he was trying to keep out. But it was a beautiful day in paradise, so odds are it was the beaches they were flocking to.
He was positive the place would fill once night fall had descended. So until then he would prepare for such a thing to occur. It was time to change the kegs out, put new bottles of wine in the cooler to chill. As well was wash the glasses.
Once done with that it was time to wipe everything down and water the plants. Such a thing was his usual afternoon ritual. Something he enjoyed doing quite a bit. Talking and humming to his plants, which he always found interesting how well it made them grow.
Now that all that was out of the way, it was time to decide what todays special was going to be, That was a hard one, a cold gazpacho would be appropriate for such a hot summer day. That would be sure to help simmer things down. Which was a plus.
Giving people a nice place to cool off would certainly keep them coming back for more. That is what it was all about after all, giving people a place to be themselves and relax. Of course beating the heat was a plus no doubt.
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