Vincent: a place where everyone knows your name

Vincent Hill Station, 553 Sierra Hwy, Palmdale, CA
Road trips can get interesting, especially if there are uncontrollable fires all over the county. My friend, Essa and I helped evacuate a few Alpacas out of the area and decided to make a quick stop at this bar. Luckily, the bar was open and crowded. That evening was “open mic night” and we were unbelievably hungry. Unfortunately the kitchen was closed. Consequently, Kristy, the bartender let Essa cook anything she wanted. On the other hand, Paul, the musician and lead singer, invited me to sing in the band. This venue was full of interesting characters like Drake, a cowboy, who had a long white beard and was also a singer. Michael was another interesting person. He was a customer who kept the place rocking and rolling because of his stimulating personality. Vincent Hill Station is more than a bar-restaurant; it is a place where everyone knows your name. Essa cooked such a great supper which attracted strangers to eat it. Towards the end of the meal we were all one family. Paul and I kept singing apparently it was contagious because the clientele joined us too. The whole place had this fabulous energy which kept all of us singing, smiling, laughing, eating and drinking. Sometimes, places are charming; sometimes the people bring enchantment to a place. But once in a blue moon, both the people and the place are magical. Essa and I helped the animals and that was a good deed but we received a lot more in exchange, we received unconditional love.