
A merchant, a monk and an alchemist walk into a bar…
Drunken philosophies of life, death, snails and fingernail clippings take place within one of Cape Fear’s greatest dives: BarZarre.

It is the beginning of a holiday weekend. Summer-crazed families are en route from somewhere to elsewhere, only to become marooned here, at DFW, at the mercy of the non FAA-approved thunder gods. Day has become dark with storm. Children are huddled, frightened; parents are openly weeping. Kenneled pets are howling. The end of days is upon us, just as I am served a plate of potato skins. Yeah Connie, we’ll take another round.