Lackluster afternoon

(Full disclosure: this used to be my favorite club, so Scrubby should have his "shill review" rubber stamp ready.)

Inflation, I used to think, was a problem for other people. I'm on a diet; my car goes 46 miles on a gallon of regular. Why should I care about the price of food and fuel? Then I went to Mario's. It was on a Wednesday afternoon. I think they open at 3:00, so I got them around 4:00.

They have added some entrance formalities since my last visit. There's now a crowd control line, with literal red tape, between the door and the rest of the club. The crowd, other than me, was sitting with his elbows on the bar, looking like he wouldn't need much controlling.