joint over garden any day!

During Prohibition, you would knock on the door of an illegal business selling alcohol and someone would open a slot in the door. You would then give the name of someone who told you of the place or a code word, but, since it was illegal (like making a drug deal on a street corner), you would "speak easy" or softly.

they were also called 'blind pig' or 'blind tiger'
learned that today also

I figured all they had was mead in olden times

fermented dinosaur milk joints! 🥛

She is the only one I ever heard use that term. We called them bars.

How about saloon? Did anyone east of the Mississippi call them saloons?

......whenever she saw someone's house with colorful Christmas lights strung outside she'd sniff, "how tacky! Looks like a beer parlor!" As I got older and saw the similarity, I could see her point. The term parlor somehow gives it some class. Probably more than those places deserved!

A place to get a drink.

Nowadays in the Pacific Northwest, the term 'pub' is increasing in popularity. The word offers a sense of communal experience and conviviality, rather than the simple brute function of obtaining an alcoholic drink.

I had better times in the pubs of London, Liverpool, and Belfast than I ever did in a bar here at home.

If we could capture that elusive pub spirit from the UK, and get it going over here, that would be great...

(Well, it COULD happen, yaknow!....) . .

resemble that remark!

But most of the ones that were still open forty years ago have since burned down, been abandoned, or converted into other businesses.

Did I miss an update?

Ran out of steam earlier. Look for update in The Lounge!

Happy you are back. Rest up!

But they certainly had good music which was very loud! We'd drive by one and hear it clearly.

One painted the door, the other one just put a new sign in it. It's still the same tacky old cinder-block hole it's always been, just a new bartender.

And a couple others just folded up - one is still an abandoned building, another is now a local grocery for the rural neighborhood.

I know some states have to (or at least used to have to) sell beer and liquor separately.

My neck of the woods (Illinois, Iowa) and century (60s, 70s), they were simply "bars" but as I remember always served both.

You can't depend on anything really
There's no promises there's no point
There's no good there's no bad
In this dirty little joint
No dope smoking no beer sold after 12 o'clock
Rosedale Mississippi Magic City Juke Joint
Mr Johnson sings over in a corner by the bar
Sold his soul to the devil so he can play guitar
Too cool to be forgotten
Hey hey too cool to be for gotten
Man running thru the grass outside
Says he wants to take up serpents
Says he will drink the deadly thing
And it will not hurt him
House rule no exceptions
No bad language no gambling no fighting
Sorry no credit don't ask
Bathroom wall reads is God the answer YES
Too cool to be forgotten
Hey hey too cool to be forgotten
June bug vs hurricane
June bug vs hurricane
Hey hey

--Lucinda Williams

"Queen Of The Silver Dollar"

She arrives in all her splendor
Each night at nine o'clock
Her chariot is the crosstown bus
That stops right down the block
Now the old piano minstrel plays her tune as she walks in
And the Queen of the Silver Dollar's home again

She's the Queen of the Silver Dollar
She rules this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is her throne
Now the jesters flock around her tryna to win her favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the Silver Dollar home

Now her royal dress is satin
It's shabby and it's torn
The royal jewels are rhinestones
The shoes are scuffed and worn
Of the many roads she's been down,
And the places that she's seen
Well they all look at her and say God save the queen

Now the Queen of the Silver Dollar
Is not as haughty as she seems
She was once an ordinary girl with ordinary dreams
But there's a man who found her
And he brought her to this world
He's the one who made a queen of a simple country girl

Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar
I rule this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne
Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the Silver Dollar home

Yes I'm the Queen of the Silver Dollar
I rule this smokey kingdom
Scepter is a wine glass and a bar stool is my throne
Now the jesters flock around me tryin' to win my favors
To see which one will take the
Queen of the Silver Dollar home