We're all the same

This is Benny's a tavern at an intersection on Tybee Island.  Tybee is heavily commercialized on the Atlantic side, not so much on the inland side.

We were wandering down the commercial strip looking for lunch and we decided on Benny's.  Written on the door is a sign proclaiming that Benny's has the coldest beer in town.  It does.  It is the joint that Han Solo walked into in the first Star Wars.  On the left the main bar with a group of regulars who it seems were camped there for the last month or so.  In the center a pool table.  On the right a raised section for diners.  If smoking was allowed, you'd be greeted with a low hanging fog of cigarette smoke.

Ilze was drawn here because there was a hand lettered sign that said something about chowder.  The kitchen is independently run.  I'm sorry I don't remember the chef's name, he is a black man in his 50's.  We ate well, the beer super cold, eavesdropping on the bar conversation entertaining.

While Ilze was freshening up, I was finishing my lunch and the owner, Benny ?, came over to ask how the experience was.  I praised the food and the cold beer.  He told me the chef was a good 'ol boy and asked me were I'm from.  When he heard Chicago, he backed up a pace and reflected that "Well we're all the same."