It really was just like John had hoped.
On the inside was a huge circular liquor cabinet, reaching from ceiling to floor, able to rotate, already divided into shelves and compartments, just waiting for bottles to be put in.
The bartenders would have to work around it, and radiating outward were concentric ring bar counters.
What was worth noting was:
The topmost tier of the liquor cabinet had a ring of glassed-in cubbies, filled with bottles of [Glen Oak 2065], the warm light giving the glass a pricey "collector's item" aura.
[Collectible: Glen Oak 2065]
[Description: A high-end liquor brewed by the Sullivan Clan, once a dual pinnacle of marketing and craftsmanship, now just a bottle of expired sour water.]
"He's here."
Old Harper muttered, clearly in a bad mood, catching sight of John coming in through the front door from a distance.
There weren't any tables in the restaurant.
