I think I am at a well-regarded bar called Bon Vivant, but the branding and wicker furniture is confusing. Adding to the discord is the table of four loud women, high-fiving and yelling at each other excitedly over the Bob Marley on the stereo. It is too dark in here for reggae. The table service seems a bit unnecessary. Maybe it is so that none of the patrons trip and fall in the candlelight? The Belhaven Best is too cold. I don't even want to finish it... I just want to get out of here. 
Not my cup of tea.
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