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| - "White chocolate-flavored beer?" Those were the last words I said before falling in love. The thing is, I don't even like white chocolate. But, as a beer, my tastebuds and my stomach were transported to the closest thing on Earth that could be referred to as Heaven.
I'm exaggerating, but not very much. It's like saying, "A gajillion!" when the actual number is 753 quadrillion.
Their other beers are great, too. You can always ask, "Hey, what's new here?" and they'll go through an exhaustive list. Ask them what their new favorite is and you'll get something amazing.
The food is not only nothing special, I don't even recommend going there with food in mind. It's not terrible but it's really just not that good. They have a chicken pesto sandwich that's alright, but generally, I would say, come here after you already ate and stick to beer.
The service is great. They're always, always as nice as can be without being Ned Flanders about it. If I ever saw someone being a dick to one of the help, I'd probably lose my shit and go Tony Soprano on 'em.
I saw Barack Obama's acceptance speech here, the vice presidential debate between Biden and Palin and the first half of the Super Bowl. This is sort of like my second home, only maybe a little bit better because there's more than one toilet.
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