Final Feliz

Have I ever told you the story about my dearest dream? I guess not. Do you remember me bragging about small wine bar in half basement and half 1st floor? Agh, now you remember. Don’t you even dare to laugh about it? Yes, yes, i am talking to you.

Alright, let me start from the beginning again. First impression would be door and hanging above it with old rusty letters: “Final Feliz“. I dare to say that my bar will be happy ending every day. Does not matter the weather, loss or winnings of favorite basketball/football team. When you enter the bar, the first look is captured by the wall full of photos and notes. Photos and notes would be from everywhere and everyone. Furthest world corners, silliest letters and phrases. All of them would find it is own place on the wall. To the left of the door going to be coat hanger and small elephant leg imitation for umbrellas (it rains often here). To the right there will be small stairs and arrow to the gnomes and ladies room (I know it sounds too British, but let me go on).

Just in front of the door, around 15 meters further you can see old wooden bar and high fresh grass green color chairs. Behind the bar there will be shelves full of the best drinks and one shelve dedicated to happy memories from this bar: smiles, parties, broken glasses and smiles again. Behind the bar often you could see me, smiling and working. There will be a huge fireplace to the right of the bar and shelves with the books, English, Portuguese, Lithuanian, Spanish and many other languages. There will be a huge green sofa to the left of the bar, against the wall and piano on the corner for live music if someone knows how to play it. And all this small cozy area gonna be filled with small tables, comfortable chairs and puffs. Small candles would be put on every table.

I want it to be a place for friends and guests. I want to feel like at home. I want it to be special for everyone. I want it to be real and tangible, to hear people laughing and speaking, to listen to soft and cozy blues in the afternoon, good Latino energy driven songs in the evening. I want that people would celebrate their birthdays, bachelor parties here. I want people to sing victory songs here and mourn after losing. I want a dog in the corner chewing a chair leg. I want to witness the change of generations, first loves, break ups. I want it all, I want it bad.

Just outside the bar, on the same side walk I would put sign to make turn on a corner and for everyone’s surprise they would see tent with Christmas lights and small band, playing groove music bringing the feeling of New Orleans. I imagine a huge oak just in the corner, giving enough space for shadow and cover from the rain.

Oh, if ever I will have it on my own. It would be my own happy ending, my own happily ever after.