This is one of many "sports" bars near the stadium.... and near my home.
I usually end up here not for the sports aspect, but for the near-home aspect. My meterology roommate is to blame; he drags me here for tempting reasons such as "one beer!" or "It's weather-man appreciation day." How can I say no? (He fancies the bar because there is always one television showing the weather channel).
It's easy enough to carve away some space, if no where else than at the sidewalk-window. I can get by. .. and enjoy some great conversation about what precipitation probability means.
Anyway, I'm getting at a point here. The point is, while the conversation is pretty geekishly delicious, the beer never is. It's always off. I coulda sworn the Stella Artoise was switched for bud light. The next visit the Newcastle was weak and smelled like sour socks.
Is lucky's getting old kegs or treating them in the sun? I don't like their funk beer. 2 stars.