Books & Brews, a combined brewery-used bookstore located on the northeast side. It opened only a few months ago, and is owned and operated by former English majors. These English majors--who married each other, by the way--envisioned owning a bookstore. According to the Books & Brews website, the husband "slid a brewery into the business plan when [his wife] wasn't looking."
The front half of the store is where the books are located. In the middle of the floor are a few shelves stocked with romance, mystery, YA, and other fiction. One corner is dedicated to children's books, and another wall offers a hilarious array of self-help and non-fiction reads, from Country Music Wisdom to Cool Names for Babies. (My name, Dawn, is not cool. It would be cool, however, if I were named the hipsterish Aurora. "Cool old lady names" include Dorothy, Esther, and Geraldine.)
We spent a fair amount of time in the back half, though, in the brewery. The decor was simple, but each drink and each grilled sandwich features a name with some sort of literary allusion. So, in theory, you could drink a Worst of Times Black IPA while eating an Edgar Allan Po'Boy. Or, like me, you could nurse a Man in the Yellow Hefeweizen and order a Hamlet (ham & cheese).
While the three of us (Ty, me, and a mutual friend) ate, we talked about the business's strange location.
"It took us a few minutes to figure it out," I said.
"Yeah, I didn't expect this place to be in an industrial complex," Ty added, licking his fingers of delicious sandwich grease.
"Yeah, it's a bit odd," our friend said. "I actually came here for lunch one day. A Wednesday, I think? Anyway, I was the only one here."
We sort of laughed. "Yeah, I don't expect them to get a lot of foot traffic here," Ty said. "Also, I'm disappointed that there aren't any shoes here."
My friend and I looked at each other, eyebrows raised. There's a pun coming, I thought.
Ty nodded toward the business's motto, Read. Drink. Converse. "Read. Okay, okay, there's books, I get it. I get it. Drinks. Okay there's beer. Got it." He feigned confusion and threw his hands in the air. "But Converse? Yeah, I didn't see any sneakers here."
Nathan smiled, I rolled my eyes, and Ty chuckled.
"Amusing yourself again, are you?" I asked, throwing a potato chip into my mouth.
"She said disdainfully."
"Eat your sandwich."
After eating, we perused the shelves and read each other passages from strange, very strange, books. I ended up grabbing three for myself, and almost purchased a couple of more, as prices are exceptionally reasonable. (Mass paperbacks can be picked up for a mere $2, while hardbacks, at $5 each, are the most expensive.)
As we placed our purchases in the back seat of the car, Ty spoke.
"Well, that was probably the best meal I've ever had at a bookstore that abuts a Home Depot."
I purchased The Historian (which I have read before), Counting by 7s, and Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. Have you ever read any of these?
Do you have a favorite used bookstore?
If you owned a bookstore, what would you name it?