When I met my husband his family owned a neighborhood bar. I guess in its heyday it used to be really busy. By the time, I started going there, they pretty much only had a few regular customers. My mother-in-law didn't work there anymore.
I used to love going there. My father-in-law was the first one that gave me slo gin. I never liked really strong liquor or beer. Still don't. We used to go and play the jukebox. We would hang out with the old guys and a couple of young guys that came in. Some times we would see my one sister-in-law and brother-in-law up there. That's where I really got to know her.
Once when my father-in-law had to go to the VA hospital for months, my husband took a leave of absence from work to work at the bar. Between him, my sister-in-law and brother-in-law they kept the bar going until he got better.
I wish I could have seen it when my mother-in-law had to make tons of food. It would have been so fun.