First, the kitchen skimped on the sticks, which prompted the bartender to ponder the situation before heading back to the kitchen to haul out a few more. Things were looking up until a rather unsightly insect scuttled across the bar, which prompted me to get the hell out of there.
From which watering hole did I flee?
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