A Bard’s Tale of La Shebeen’s Divine Counter

Hearken, ye patrons and kindred spirits, to a tale as old as nectar itself, yet as fresh as the dawn upon the cresting hills! For I sing of La Shebeen, that hallowed haunt of mirth and revelry, which hath been graced by the gods with a gift most rare.

In the age when the world was young, and the gods themselves walked among the verdant groves, a piece of wood, hewn by divine hands, was gifted to the mortal realm. This was no ordinary timber, but a sacred relic, destined to grace the bar of La Shebeen. It bore the whispers of Olympus and the strength of Titans, awaiting its noble fate.

Under the careful gaze of skilled artisans, this celestial wood was shaped and molded, its destiny to support the elbows of weary travelers and the dreams of thirsty souls. Each curve and cut was a testament to the craftsman’s art, the wood bending to their will, as if Aphrodite herself charmed it to beauty.

And what of the finish, you ask? Ah, from Marlon's "King's Hardware" – a shoppe as famed in these parts as the Oracle at Delphi – came a varnish fit for royalty. This was not merely a protective coat, but a potion of luster, imbuing the bar top with a sheen like the golden chariot of Helios. This varnish, laid upon the wood with care and reverence, did seal its fate and beauty, protecting it as a shield does a warrior.

Now, step into La Shebeen and behold the splendor! The gods themselves smile upon this place, their gift elevating it from mere public house to a pantheon of joy and fellowship. Raise your cups, dear friends, upon this divine counter, and let the nectar of the gods flow freely.

Rejoice, for La Shebeen has been reborn, not just as a bar, but as a monument to celestial grace and human craftsmanship, a place where the divine meets the merry hearts of men. Drink deep from the well of joy, and remember the tale of the bar counter given by the gods, finished by the king’s own elixir, a testament to the glory of old and new.