Trip to Dells - II: Drinking Sharks at Sharkys

Photo Courtsey: sharkyssportsbarandgrill.com

Once we all settled down in the cottage, and kids were all in bed, the gents headed out to Dells downtown. We expected hustle and bustle at 11ish, but literally other than the 2 competing bars, Dells looked like a ghost town at that hour. That was the story, in fact, for the entire weekend, where we didn't have to wait in queue anywhere. We dismissed it saying it was the economy taking toll over this town. Our first stop was Nig's bar, the one that I had shortlisted in an effort to avoid our day of arrival from getting completely wasted away. We got sharp glances from everybody inside, kind of what foreigners get in India. We hardly felt welcomed plus the music was so loud and there was no place to sit. We stepped out, and while thinking about what do do next, we noticed another bar across the road, called Sharkys, another popular spot. This place was surely quieter and less crowded; a place where bunch of old men like us could sit down and crack some sardar jokes that we all had memorized on Aravind's request.

Having used to the Chicago culture, where people are now somewhat used to Desis and their peculiar accents and habits, I walked up to the bar and ordered Tequilla shots in an effort to make up for the lost time and get a quick buzz, while Aravind stuck to his Miller lite. That's a different thing that I ended up drinking Miller lite as well, since I just couldn't make the bartender understand a simple word 'shot', I tried every which way, repeating shot and shaat in different accents, along with all possible body actions, but that guy just couldn't figure out why I wanted to drink Shark. Eventually, Aravind showed me an ad of the Tequilla shot on the wall, and I pointed to it with my mouth shut. That's when he said, 'Oh you want a shot! Why didn't you say so?' All said and done, we sat there for several hours drinking shots after shots, Aravind resisting initially, and then joining in, sticking to his beer, in the end. Not losing his desi instinct though, he ordered the deal-of-the-day drink, that Bhushan smelled and almost threw up, and we took a sip each and thought that drinking cough syrup like Benadryl would actually be a treat in comparison. Eventually, at 2AM, we were kicked out by the bartender because it was time to close.

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