Drink Thirty seconds have passed since I stepped into the Top of the Hill Tavern, and I’m already engaging in the first of the evening’s many high-fives. “What’s a Grape Bomb?” I’ve asked Mouse, the world’s friendliest bartender, in reference to the $5.75 special. “You can’t go to Top of the Hill without havin’ a Grape Bomb!” the gentleman on my left promptly enthuses before ordering one for each of us and introducing me to all the grizzled old-timers seated at the bar. More





