Yesterday I went to one of my old watering holes in Sherbrooke: The King Hall.
I started going to the King Hall when I was 16, and things have not changed that much since I first started goin there. Granted, I’m now much older and much wiser (stop laughing), but that’a about the only change noticeable.
When I walked in, the smell of the place – old beer, old smoke and 80’s music – instantly took me back 21 years.
I marveled at the large selection of beers and spirits, now I just thought the beverage menu was too complex. Like PC remarked: “If you were to do Eeny meeny miny moe, you wouldn’t get to one quarter of the first page”. I liked the music, now it’s too loud.
It’s not easy being a 16 year-old kid trapped in the body of a 37 year-old man.