Ode to an Edmonds tavern | Guest View
Last updated 5/9/2019 at Noon
A bunch of old farts were tipping their brew, at Edmonds’ Rory's Pub
Out on the floor, and spreadin' the love, were the charmers serving the grub
In back of the bar, and running the show, was Kelli, who never got tired
She was pouring the drinks and pulling the suds and kickin' ass, when required
Now, Rory's Pub was once The Sail Inn, and Dorothy did preside
If you wanted some food, you paid up front, while your spuds and your burger fried
’Twas a one-woman show, but what the heck, the clients were very few
If you had a complaint, you got kicked out (Sail Inn was not for you)
Then Rick and Julie came along, but the simple charm remained
The food was good, and the roof still leaked, but only when it rained
The plumbing was broke in the gentlemen's room, and the urinal was not very nice
And the favorite sport of the patron guys, became to see who could melt the most ice
The pool table left, and the service improved, and Rory's got its new name
So more people came to enjoy the place, but you always could park, just the same
And plans were made to expand the joint; the ideas were rather grand
Until the city planners stepped in, those guys should really be banned
So once again the ownership changed, and more improvements were made
The patrons increased with a mighty surge of an endless human parade
And the noise got loud and the people would shout to be heard above the din
And the more they would shout, the louder it got, like our hangout never had been
Now this is where we are today, and management should really be proud
As success, in the case of the restaurant trade, depends on the size of the crowd
You've got to be happy for owners and staff, and the way they created this clout
But I can't help recalling more peaceful times, and the time Dorothy kicked my ass out
Cliff "Old Fart” Ruthrauff is a retired Navy commander. He has many interesting stories, and as you might guess is a regular at Rory’s.
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