Paper Rock Bar and Grill

I rode by this establishment many times joking to myself, «What happened to the scissor?» until finally one day I had to step into the bar. The cable was out at my friends house during the final game of the Stanley Cup playoffs and we needed to rush to the closest bar that would be showing the game. Fate laughed at us, and the nearest one was this hell hole.
Imagine walking into the Mos Eisley Cantina, but instead of that jazzy band playing its only hit, its dead silence. That is the uncomfortable feeling that we got when walking out of God’s natural light and into this cave. Those already in the bar included two low end business men, drunk off their asses, two leathery faced old ladies, one of which had a dog in her purse, and no bartender in sight. The first thing we heard was one of the drunk guys telling us to keep it down during the commercials. Although there was no bartender in sight there was a candy jar on the bar.
Finally the barkeep shows up and offers us a drink. He was super nice. «What beers do you have on tap»
«Nothing, we just have Bowen Island in cans»
«How much?»
«$ 5»
And that was the most money I have spent to feel that uncomfortable drinking lousy beer.