In the many years we’ve had this house, we’ve never stepped foot into Gilda’s because it is a, uh, road house and you typically see maybe three cars in the lot and/or a few men sitting outside near their motorcycles smoking cigarettes. There used to be a local pesticide guy’s truck parked there every day, mostly from about noon to 3, but, not shockingly, he was arrested on a DUI, and I haven’t seen his truck since.
Gilda (you can see an interview with her, done a year ago, here -- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hcKXbWNMSI – please note the red nail polish on her left hand, the black on her right), of Stone Rooster fame, is a 92-year-old woman who, I’m told, does not allow smoking or swearing in her establishment. You swear, you pay a fine; you want to smoke, you go outside. I’m also told that for sanitary reasons you should bring your own glass when you go to Gilda’s and, if you are waiting for a drink at the bar in a certain area, and it’s raining out, you might want to put on a hat because it drips in that spot. Gilda, I’m told, also is known to go braless. Remember, Gilda is 92 years old.
A couple of years ago, Gilda again started hosting a jazz night on Mondays featuring the Southcoast Jazz Orchestra. A good friend goes often and says you cannot get in the door it is so crowded. So, we made reservations (yes, you need a reservation to get in) but there’s no admission fee. We’re going to walk down and check it out. I'll probably have a beer, no glass.