You walk into the room and your eyes slowly adjust to the dim lighting. A strong, rich smell wafts through the air, evidence of the unseen kitchen. The homely murmur of conversation pulls you in and you find yourself sliding up to the counter and taking a seat. The mismatched wooden furniture creaks beneath you, but it's more a welcome than a protest. Raucous laughter from a group across the room draws your attention, until a friendly face appears behind the counter and beams at you. "Welcome to The Owl and Fox! Or as the regulars like to call it, The Hoot and Howl." The proprietor gives you a conspiratorial wink. "What'll it be?"

Come on in!