I went to a fancy bar once and they didn't know what a grasshopper was. So I told them and they made some for us. Nummy!
And it turns out that what I told them to make was a Wisconsin variant, made with ice cream instead of cream. (The other indredient is crème de menthe.) That's the way my parents made them.
In the North Central states, especially Wisconsin, Grasshoppers are blended drinks where ice cream is substituted for cream.
Grasshopper (cocktail)
OTOH, The Manhole? Just a gay bar.
And closed. It's now Hydrate. Also a gay bar.
I may be pre-verted.
May be? Honey, own it. It's one of the reasons I love you.
msbelle, you might find something cosmetically acceptable on this page.
dive bars
So every bar in Provo is a dive bar by those definitions. Then again, if you're a bar in the most Mormon town in Mormondy, it's automatically going to be furtive, a little sleazy, and filled with the kind of people who aren't likely going to show up in appropriate garb for Family Home Evening.
I might enjoy the place, if I could be sure there wasn't going to be clandestine, rebellious smoking going on. The lungs just can't deal with that anymore.
(It's probably the best thing about Utah, the extreme lack of smoking. When I went go to Nevada border gambling towns, I come back reeking of smoke and apologizing to my lungs.)
I hire someone to play me in real life.
He's very handsome and cool. How can I hire him?
He never mentioned the making out thing to me. I've been trying to piece together exactly what happened. I'm kind of pissed at him.
Employees will kill you every time, Scola.