A good friend of mine scratchbuilt this 1940's bar to adorn the corner of the layout while I build the gas station canopy. It's in pristine shape, which won't last long, as it's a 25 year old building and a dive bar. The paint will fade, the locomotive soot will streak down the walls and the blank wall will be coated in hundreds of band posters from the 60's.
He hand-scribed the glass block walls using an exacto knife.
My other favorite feature of the bar are the lovely art deco letters. They're from those ancient self-adhesive name plates that you'd see on executive desks. I wish I could find more than the pack I have, but I'd wager nobody makes them anymore.
Here's a fuzzy night shot. I'll get a much better one soon.
