Paint My Garage!
I’m only guessing that this place used to be a little neighborhood bar. The atmosphere was probably a little like Mo’s on the Simpsons. The woman behind the counter at the liquor store across the street said it had a bad reputation and was closed down. A guy behind me told me that was right. He couldn’t remember the name of it either, but he had a pretty good story. One night he went in to have a beer and struck up a conversation with a young woman sitting at the end of the bar. It turned out that she was a professional woman and she told him she would do anything he wanted for three hundred bucks. He thought this over for a little while and said, ” Okay! I live right around the corner. Why don’t you come on over tomorrow and paint my garage?”