You stand outside for a full minute, thinking, “Well, it’s quieter in there than anywhere else in this town. Maybe they would make me a Manhattan? Maybe I won’t care about the overt obnoxiousness?”
If you were in the city, you would take a picture and laugh.
Congratulations. You have discovered a way to bend time and space, and also all your dearly held beliefs about quality over consumption. Also, you are looking for a bar that is not playing Shakira remixes. A subtle bar. In Tahoe. On Saturday night.