Fun times in Prescott and a weekend of sickness

So when we made it to Arizona, we stayed with Wendy's Grandparents in Dewey.  For dinner we went with her family to Prescott just a few miles away.   The whole seen was amazing, Prescott is the epitome of an American town.   Apparently, almost every night in Prescott during the summer they have a  live music in the town center.  On Thursday night, when we were there, they had a small pops orchestra. They played in a small park right in front of the town hall, and seemingly the entire came out to watch. 
I was especially taken by how pleasant every one was.  When asking Wendy's Grandpa-Bowe what type of band would be playing as we walked up, a teenage kid with shaggy black hair, black nail polish, checkerboard Vans, and a Monroe piercing, immediately responded, "It's a pops orchestra man."  I said, "Thank-ya," and in astonishment moved on.  Then as we sat on the steps of the town hall listening to the band, I again asked Wendy's Grandpa-Bowe if there were any bars with outside patios, and a guy behind me with slick backed hair, Oakley shades, a tight black t-shirt, chinos, and I don't know lets say black polished Floorsheims answered, "You guys should try Coyote Joe's, it's great and the usually have live music inside."  Now, we didn't go, but I'm not the biggest fan of people, I like them on a personal level, but I guess have reservations about the concept, and I was blown away by the kind manner of everyone as we walked around.  My instinct is to bristle up a bit when someone a) ease drops on my conversation--though I do this everywhere and to everyone within earshot--and b)someone interjecting into my conversation--again, I drop my cents at will.  But, I was taken aback by how the people of Prescott were kindly intrusive.
After the we watched the orchestra for a little while, which was quite good, they mainly played American standards, Grandpa-Bowe took us all to an old Sallon called the Bird Cage which has been around since 1967.  It had a yellow exterior, and I was expecting Robin Williams or Nathan Lane to greet us in drag, instead we walked through the typical swinging wooden doors to a nice long mahogany bar.  The walls are decorated with a large collection of deer and elk head, and apparently they have loaned a large amount of these mounted beasts to the Smithsonian.  I believe they had about ten beers on tap, I ordered a red nectar, which was nice after a hot day.
From there we did go to a nice Italian restaurant, I don't want to mention the name because of the after effects.  I woke up the next morning around five with terrible pains throughout my alimentary canal, got a little food poisoning from the Chicken Florentine that lasted well into Sunday, but I did enjoy the meal, and for now I'll leave it at that.