Still trying to catch up by now I'm weeks behind. . . So after the German boy took me to Jane Mar, he took me to an "international" bar called Our Boozer. The place was as gross as the name suggests. In the Germans' defense he warned me that it wouldn't be great. He said, "I just think you should know where this place is." Fair enough. The place was empty save for a couple of regulars that were like fixtures. One British owner/tender, one washed up old British bar maid named Kate (great) and a big weird looking Chilean by way of Australia. They were pretty friendly with me to tell the truth and Kate who acted like she had a problem that we had the same name, offered me her phone number by the time we left. We didn't stay long. I ended up going back here the following weekend when a bunch of the area teachers were in town and we all went out. Not my idea, for some reason they all wanted to go here, being the new girl with no other options to suggest (I was not about to take them to my secret discoveries) I couldn't object. I actually liked the place a little better and felt kind of cool walking in and already knowing the regulars who seemed sort of happy to see me. Kate was less surly this time and even kind of cute, the weird looking Aussie gave me his phone number and talked with me very kindly about his family and life story and the big tired looking English bloke who runs the place bought me a drink and told me about his family as well. Also with this group there was a Japanese man they introduced me to who asked if I was half Japanese. No one believes me but people ask me this all the time. I don't get it. Anyway Our Boozer was okay + I realized they have vegetarian taco salad on the menu. This fact alone may forever redeem them in my opinion.