I used to eat dinner and hang out in this place a lot, back in my younger day. It’s called Charlie Blood’s Tavern. The bar is up front, with the family restaurant in the back. It’s one of those family-owned neighborhood places in New Jersey. It may not look like much from the outside, and the food is pretty basic; a bit on the heavy side. But the overall experience is not bad, not bad at all. The dining area has a western theme, of sorts. And yet the family and the food (and the neighborhood) are almost pure Italian. So you could call it a “spaghetti western”. I hope to get back there again someday, hopefully on a rainy Friday night. I can almost smell that delicious hot-grease scent that greets you in the parking lot (the kitchen ventilator is quite near the entrance – this wasn’t a phony marketing technique, as done today; it was probably the only place to put the ventilator).