This week's "Bar Exam" should inspire the dogs-in-bars debate to end all dogs-in-bars debates:
At Norm's Eatery & Alehouse in Fremont, dogs are not only welcome, they're practically required.... Last Sunday at brunch, the place was, if not wall-to-wall, at least partially carpeted with dogs, and no one seemed the slightest bit concerned about the literal hair of the dog getting everywhere. (I found one clinging to my cell phone, which had been stowed in a deep pocket, hours later.) A small brown dog with a green-and-white neckerchief sat next to its owner on the seat in a booth, behaving well but clearly wishing desperately for opposable thumbs. At the bar, two black pugs roosted next to each other on their respective owners' laps. If you do not want your bowl of clam chowder 18 inches from a pug, you should not eat it at the bar at Norm's. (The chowder: quite good, with a light, slightly winey broth instead of any pasty thickness.)
I don't want to eat chowder—however delicious—18 inches from someone's dirty pug. And that makes me a bad man. Discuss.
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