The first time I ever went to Rock Hill Tavern, I was like 5 years old and I was with my father on one of his "outings". It was the first "bar" I had ever been inside of. I didn't know what it was, or why I couldn't also drink what my dad was drinking. I don't remember much, I remember it being very dark, and I remember Moosehead beer. It was all very boring to me, at 5 years of age... like standing in line at the bank, this was an adult place, with adult drinks. I just wanted to play with Transformers.
Such was my impression of bars for many years thereafter. Dark and boring. Thankfully, I do not still feel this way, AT ALL... Some might even say that now, I am in a bar too much, but I say "get off my back Dr. Intervention, I need a drink." But whatever... anyway...
I never make it back to Rock Hill Tavern very much, as it is a little too out of the way for a city boy like myself, but they've got one thing that I just can't stop thinking about, and what keeps me yearning for a quick trip out of the city day after day, week after week..
THE ROAST BEEF SANDWICH.
Some things just make sense. Chocolate and peanut butter for example, bacon and... anything, and some things make no sense whatsoever... take the Moon Dog for instance... . It seems like something some high school stoner cooked up in his mom's house some saturday night when he and his friends had the munchies: "dudes, all we have are some hot dogs, strawberry jam, and swiss cheese" in between bong rips, and through the haze, a voice says "put 'em all together, man" and the Moon Dog was born. That HAS TO be it, that or space aliens.