Wow! I really remember the delicious barbecue sandwiches at the City View. Great with a cold one on the outside porch at night. I remember hoping all the way there that the pleasant, affable brother was on duty that night as opposed to the grouchy passive-aggressive sister. Remember her? She’d deliberately ignore you until she was sure she’d gotten under your skin. Still, it was a lovely place to spend a summer’s evening.
Slightly off topic, but it does have to do with regional beer,the uses one makes of it and the City View. Many years ago, the volleyball team I was on went to celebrate yet another loss by consuming any number of pitchers of Hudy. We were sitting next to a very loud juke box and I was telling the guy next to me a wildly obscene joke involving an, ummm, inter-special relationship. Since the music was loud, I was telling the joke in a shout. Well just as I delivered the equally obscene punch line, the song ended and I think everyone in the bar heard what the punch line was. One of the old waiters (white shirt, black bow tie, looked like he ate his meals out of the jar of pickled eggs on the bar) came over and asked me to leave. Amazingly enough, the only time I’ve been kicked out of a bar in my life.