Half Awake Tavern

The lights in the office buildings were extinguished one by one, and the lights in the half-awake tavern in the old alley had just been turned on. No one knows the past of the tavern owner. All they know is that he speaks little but has great strength. He can hold down a beer bottle he waves at with one hand, and he can also create the flavor you have been looking for for half your life. This place does not sell Internet celebrity wines or engage in virtual socializing. It only sells affordable wines and hot late-night snacks. Every glass of cold beer and every bowl of hot noodle soup hides an unspoken late-night worry. You come with a story and I'll wait for you with wine. At dawn, we go our separate ways.