Meibeyer's, Peoria, IL

"Meibeyer's has ash-gray laminate paneling, electric tiki torches whose origins are unknown but may date from a past incarnation, a Wurlitzer 412-C jukebox, two pinball machines, a foosball table and an air hockey game, and a small darts area prudently set off apart near the little hallway for the pay phone and restrooms. Meibeyer's broad windows overlook Southport's highway-side franchises and the complicated exits of the I-474 overpass. There's been the same Friday bartender for at least the past three years, according to Chuck Ten Eyck. Drinks are somewhat expensive because Service employees do not, as a rule, drink very much or very fast, even at Happy Hour, which affects what the tavern has to charge for drinks in order to stay solvent. In winter weather Meibeyer's plows its own lot with a bladed pickup. In the summer, the bar's neon sign, which features the semion of a disembodied trilby whose angle changes twice a second, is reflected off something unapparent before it and appears faintly, reflected at least twice, in the tavern's front windows. Meibeyer's brim goes up and down against the malarial light of a gathering dusk in which shelving clouds and a spike in humidity only sometimes means real rain that hits the ground." (445)

Wallace, David Foster. The Pale King. London: Penguin Books Ltd., 2011.

A somewhat abstract mention of the hats that meaningfully pervade this book. FW is sure using that generational sign [no pun intended] with a free hand...can't tell if I like it. At least that's the first use of the word, "semion."

Have you read this book yet?