The Dive Bomber: Getting Educated at Mimi's Subway Bar and Grill
I went for lunch at the beginning of the new school year, hoping to find students taking a break from the books. There were none. In fact, I was the only person drinking alcohol; everyone else had soda. From loser to drunk: That's the progress I've made in 16 years.
I know I'd never make it to class if I'd eaten lunch at Mimi's because I made friends with the bartender and another woman. We talked for an hour after I'd finished my beer and given up on the pile of fries. In that hour, we covered political science, economics, geography, military science, anatomy and women's studies in more depth than most of the classes I took back in the day.
I may have slept through economics lecture, but I know that's a bargain compared to the student loans I'm still paying.
Robin Wheeler writes the blog Poppy Mom. She also has a strange attraction to drinking establishments with jars of pickled -- or possibly fossilized -- eggs. She reports on these dives for Gut Check every Thursday.