I don’t give a rat’s ass if they renamed and rehabbed it – this is still Cal & Ruth’s Bar 61 to me, and it always will be. When I was a lad, this was where we ran to in terror after getting caught raiding the plum orchard behind the houses on Mechanic and Main Streets. We’d tear in here to buy chips and sodas. Later, as I got older, I somehow knew this would never be my hang out, but it always maintained its slightly dangerous allure.
