Maddie and I entered Sam Bond’s Garage in the Whitaker neighborhood around 7:30 pm. We had originally made an attempt to observe people at the Tiny Tavern, but the lack of people made it difficult to observe so we left.
We entered Sam Bond’s around 7:30; the atmosphere was lively with people of all ages. I was surprised when I first entered to see children running around. I had originally thought that Sam Bond’s was a tavern which only catered to an adult crowd. After a quick head count, there were five children under the age ten with their families.
The place was well lit, maybe more so than the average restaurant or tavern. Various lights hung from the ceiling with no consistency making the lighting somewhat odd. It was darker above the tables right next to the stage.
The noise was pretty typical for a pub; a somewhat noisy atmosphere where conversations could be heard from all directions.
The aroma of Sam Bond’s was pretty similar to most taverns also. It reminded me a lot of the McMenamin chains. Something between the smell of burgers, fries and people.
The place was mildly warm. It seemed like it would be much warmer, but as I learned after sitting down, a constant flow in and out of the backdoor brought down the temperature.
We sat down at a table closer to the stage and began to observe. The first thing I noticed was a couple that looked like they had been dating for quite a while, but had grown apart for one reason or another. Both sat in silence with bored expressions on their faces. They appeared as though neither wanted to be there, but both were obligated to.
To my left was one of the families that had brought children. The parents were both enjoying each other’s company while the children ran around the restaurant uninterrupted. The other children, two girls dressed in princess outfits, played on the stage.
People would cycle in and out of the back door; a large amount of the men had beards. I think by the end of the night I counted nine out of the eleven men in the bar having some form of a beard. Guess it’s a winter time thing in Whiteaker.
Two people were visible as workers and judging by the food coming out, there were one or two in the kitchen. One of the employees stayed by the bar and greeted guests while the other waited on people. Both looked very similar and were in their mid-forties
About midway through the hour, a man went up to the stage and started setting up microphones. It appeared they were setting up for a concert. He began doing mike checks. Apparently the sound system wasn’t queued up correctly, because he did this for a couple minutes.
A bluegrass band of four women in their 30s and 40s set up on stage. Three out of the four of them were wearing glasses and could have passed for sisters (they may have in fact been related). The instruments they took out were a banjo, violin, acoustic guitar and cello.
Once they were ready they began to play. The three who looked related all sang vocals, lead by the woman on the acoustic guitar. They were very energetic and seemed to have a genuine love for the fast paced bluegrass they were playing.
Two women sat down at the table where the family had been sitting. They looked like friends of the band. Aside from them, everyone else viewed the band as restaurant entertainment, carrying on with eating and their conversations.
Our hour was up as they began to play the second song so we departed attempting not to be rude. On the way out I passed by many bearded men and headed out the door.