Okay, so you’re assuming that today’s topic is about bar food and you are wondering why does he have a picture of Jane Fonda at the top of this column? It’s simple. It is Jane Fonda as Barbarella from the hit 1968 film of the same name. I’d like to share some bar food with her. Hubba hubba.
I can’t remember the last time I was in a bar. I think it was last Monday night, but I don’t remember. With that said, I have had numerous encounters with bars in my day. I’ve used a crow bar and after scuba diving I’ve hit my share of dive bars.
I enjoy a good candy bar, been to a bar mitzvah, and I have intimate relations with a bar of soap every morning in the shower. I prefer Irish Spring. I’ve never been to Bar Harbor, Maine but I hear it’s beautiful this time of year, and I have never taken the bar exam. I like to watch the pretty cashier at the Piggly Wiggly scan the bar codes on the stuff I buy. She thinks I’m watching the prices but I’m really staring at her breasts peeking out of her bar, I mean bra.
But bar food is always a nice treat. Time was bar food was a big jar of pickled eggs and beets and a wet, faded cardboard box of beef jerky. But the times they are a changing, so I am proud to put on the list three of my favorite bar food sandwiches.
I hope you enjoy them; they are the best, bar none.