Liveblogging from The Bucket in Eagle Rock. I heard Huey Lewis's "I Need A New Drug" blasting inside the dining room as I walked up to the front door. I opened the door with some hesitance, not sure what was waiting inside. I walked into the absolutely tiny dining room featuring a small L-shaped counter with stools, where the music was blaring while the kids in camo pants and Honda trucker hats eating burgers and fries and drinking beer laughed raucously at the goofy counter guy's dancing and antics. I let the door close behind me and stood in the small space between the counter and the door in my pressed gray slacks, no-iron dress shirt, and brown Rockport slip-ons and felt very, very old and out of place. There really should have been a needle screeching across vinyl as the music crashed to a close against my glaring yuppietude. But the song continued, the counter guy stopped dancing and looked for a menu, and some of the kids went out to the patio for a smoke, where they proceeded to talk back to the Channel 9 KCal News playing on the TV outside.
My mushroom veggie burger and wedge fries are ready.