Tim Carney: Beer, tacos, and political potshots: Hawk ‘n’ Dove, RIP

I didn’t meet my now-wife at the Hawk. But early in our courtship, I brought her to a free-taco affair, loaded with debate and revelry. When the rowdy talk turned to immigration, she forcefully and deftly picked apart my arguments in front of all my friends. Later that night, out of her earshot, two friends separately assured me that I was going to marry her.

A couple years later, the Hawk ‘n’ Dove was the site of my bachelor party. A year later, the Hawk is where my wife and I learned that, even with the smoking ban, bringing your 3-month-old to a bar can be awkward.

Edgar, the bartender (who will need a job come Oct. 2), was shocked Wednesday night when I told him we were expecting our fourth child. He still thinks of me as the 21-year-old (give-or-take a year) intern trying to fill up on tacos.

It’s a worn-out trope to lament when the fixed stars of your youth fall. But as a conservative, I’m entitled to curse change. As a liberal, Long is entitled to curse the fickle market.

And as consolation, the Tune Inn still remains.

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