March 11th, 2010
Diesel Dive Bar: More Than Just a Name?
In 5 Words: Burlesque, Dark, Cans, Bunnymen, Maverick
“Where do you want to go tonight?” I ask, not ready to make the decision myself.
“I don’t really want to go out and get completely drunk,” he says.
“Bacchus won’t like to hear that.”
“You’re right. Fate will catch up to me. The gods don’t like to be teased with freewill.”
Adventure is brewing on this night. After a long week at work and a head full of rebellion, I take to the streets of Houston. With me, a friend who works in the restaurant industry with a rare Friday night away from the bustling kitchen. There’s no time to be wasted being waited on. We have already eaten a quick dinner of hot wings and with our check en route we need a plan.
“What about Diesel Dive Bar?”
“Where is that?” he asks. “The public has to certify you as a ‘dive bar,’ right? You can’t just throw it in your name.”
“There’s only one way to find out…”
