What we hoped to find inside the Ruston Restaurant's lounge area were some local yahoos we could report back and describe using excessive expletives, but once again this was not the case. The service was extremely personable, the patrons greeted you with a smile, and there was no age/gender/income demographic to make fun of. This place was so easygoing it was hard to make fun of. Even the lounge's extreme amount of Kasey Kane wallpaper didn't make me flinch one bit. Pleasant carpet, sterile walls, sparkling clean mirrored shelves, and a nice new big screen TV masked out the fact that there were also pull tabs and bucket-seat barstools for the eye to behold. At the Ruston Restaurant & Lounge I really couldn't find anything divey about this "and Lounge" theory I've placed upon restaurants. My crew and I struggled to hear the conversation of the middle-aged bleach-blonde drunk at the table next to us, but even her words were soft hearted. When I eavesdrop, I at least want to hear some good shit on someone. Not just what you think of the song playing on the jukebox. How boring.

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