Mini Essay 2: Description

The good old Hering’s Sand Bar and Grill of Lake Mills Wisconsin, how I’ve missed you since I’ve been away. The classic bar ambiance mixed with a spritz of beach style. Whether it’s a casual night out on the town with some friends, or a Friday night fish fry with the family, the Sand Bar can serve all your needs. Its menu is enough to satisfy any appetite as it includes burgers, pastas, sea foods, and salads. The days when the windows are open and a gentle breeze rolls in off the cool lake are the prime days to dine. There’s nothing better than a classic juicy summertime burger and wings fest after an ever so stressful day out on the lake.
Walking in from the beach, there’s already a table for 8 waiting in the back, and within minutes the waitress arrives to take our order. We order up some tall, cool, refreshing glasses of bee… lemonade to start. Within a matter of minutes the waitress arrives with our favorite appetizers to start. It’s hot wing time. Being a small town restaurant with mediocre business, it’s to be expected that the regulars would receive special treatment. Fortunately my friends and I eat there more than occasionally so we can somehow find out some of the “special discounts.” The hot wings are served blazing hot and melting in a vat of hot sauce that could burn your soul. Some prefer to eat them slow and suffer through the pain, but the true wing champion devours the chicken like a warm cookie. After our mouths have been coated with a near unbearable numbing heat, it’s on to round two.
The lemonade glasses are refilled, with the addition of a pitcher of ice thrown on the side. It’s main course time, but this portion of the meal requires a little more thought. The people in the opposite corners of the restaurant sneer at our table and talk under their breaths. They wonder how we get our food so fast when the place is so busy. We raise our glasses in triumph as we proclaim ourselves “King Patrons of The Sand Bar.” After some time we are delivered a bounty of assorted burgers and fries. The waitress smiles and pretends to love us all, probably just pulling for a few extra bucks in tips at the end. The food seemingly disappears as it’s consumed, as if this was a feeding frenzy at one of the local farms. The workers “gladly” clear the table as we prep ourselves for a long, tough night of kicking back and watching basketball. The bill arrives and the bill is split amongst us all. Various coupons and school related discounts are tossed into the equation to help decrease the burden on our wallets. At the end it would come out to be about 50% off for the lot. We pay at the front ant walk out like we own the place (technically we do, one of the guys we eat with is a member of the Hering family lineage. a.k.a. he literally owns the place).
These shenanigans probably wouldn’t be acceptable at any given time. Like on a bustling Friday night, or for a booming Sunday brunch. Thank goodness it was a Tuesday, and everyone left in town was eating in the comfort of their own home, sheltering their kids from the embarrassment of viewing what they would once become someday; The rulers of Lake Mills, Kings, of the Sand Bar.