Maybe it's the rural setup where I'm from, but I'm glad that in 2020 and 2021 I barely visited bars. Summer was spent by lakes and forests, drinking beers, cocktails, appetizers, and eating freshly grilled BBQ for a fraction of the price, having quality time in the sun with friends.
I don't miss commercial society, I don't miss their tropes and their rituals. Fake friendship and banter from people hanging around to get some of my money in exchange of half a glass of ice and a dribble of liquor.
Bonus annoyance this year: the eternal covid lamentations of bar and restaurant owners, as if governments purposely wanted to destroy their businesses, as if one's bar is more important than other people lives, as if they didn't paint themselves and their stupid restaurant for years as an example of entrepreneurship (apparently the free market is a good idea only when your business goes well).
To hell with paid service, picnics and aperitivi in the main square with cheap liquor and (honestly) friendly smiles.
"I command this dump to wither, board its doors and windows forever" as Dan Feeder says.
I don't miss commercial society, I don't miss their tropes and their rituals. Fake friendship and banter from people hanging around to get some of my money in exchange of half a glass of ice and a dribble of liquor.
Bonus annoyance this year: the eternal covid lamentations of bar and restaurant owners, as if governments purposely wanted to destroy their businesses, as if one's bar is more important than other people lives, as if they didn't paint themselves and their stupid restaurant for years as an example of entrepreneurship (apparently the free market is a good idea only when your business goes well).
To hell with paid service, picnics and aperitivi in the main square with cheap liquor and (honestly) friendly smiles.
"I command this dump to wither, board its doors and windows forever" as Dan Feeder says.