After a harrowing week, the sun finally came out on Saturday, and we drove to nearby Georgetown for a sip and a sit at Mesquite Creek Outfitters. With the doors open, the lovely breeze made it hard to believe the streets had been covered in ice only 36 hours prior. New bars are much different than when I was young; everywhere you look, we see families and strollers, babies who look just weeks old. Many craft beer venues have playscapes as well. Can you imagine your parents taking the whole family out to get stouts and ciders? Or your grandparents?
The generational shift is here, and the vibe is casual and upbeat. No bar fights, no drowning the thoughts of an ex and playing six sad songs in a row on the jukebox (although there is a time and a place for that). This place was warm and inviting, and after an IPA and a sour, I began to breathe freely.
I Don't Get It 
Lemmee guess…you grabbed a roll of quarters and played “What’s New Pussycat?” for 12 times in a row.
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Man, your memory is stellar. 😁 No, I don’t ever see any jukeboxes anymore. You’re stuck with house choice. The feel of this place was more like a cafe, but I guess that’s the whole metaphor of large windows and a transparent place, as opposed to the windowless pubs of the past.
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Taking your kids into a bar and inculcating them into an adult world where casually drinking alcohol in public with strangers is normalized and speaking of it in the hushed tones generally reserved for apple pie at Grandma’s house. Just a breezy, laid-back gin joint with a playground for the kiddos. Fantastic.
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