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| - I'd been wanting to check this place for quite some time and I finally got the chance last night (Sunday 9/8) as I was there to see an old friend off who is moving away.
(It's 8 p.m. and fairly packed. The douche quotient is also a bit higher than I expected.)
I was a little underwhelmed with the tap selection, especially when Tops is known for their stellar array of wonderful and varied beers, but I was nonetheless able to find something I'd been dying to try - the Lips of Faith Coconut Curry. A customer was sitting at the bar directly in front of me and overheard me mentioning to my friend that that's what I was going to order. He suggested sampling it first. While the request for a sample was met with some 'tood from the bartender, it was the right call - not something I'd want a whole pint of. For this sample, I was punished and forced to wait 12 minutes before the bartender decided he had absolutely nothing else with which to fake being busy and he was practically forced to approach me again. This time, I ordered a Prescott Heroes 19 - sample not required. I love brown ales and this was decent enough, but also nothing special.
At precisely 8:30, the lights dimmed, the volume on the TVs went up, and everyone except my two friends and I had shut the fuck up. I turn around to notice everyone staring up at a TV. Breaking Bad. "Oh," my friend turns to me and says, "it's one of THOSE kind of bars." Because I didn't know conversation during Breaking Bad was strictly verboten, we continued speaking, albeit in a most subdued tone. Dude sitting next to the sample-suggesting gentleman and looking like he'd be more comfortable reading comic books at home in his mommy's basement actually turned around and shushed us! He fucking shushed us!! Are you kidding me???? That was it...time to slug our beers and go elsewhere.
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