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| - For my money, which today happens to be on par with winter temperatures north of the Arctic Circle, this is the place you want to get stewed before a movie.
Salt is inside the IPIc complex, making it super easy to get bozo'd before your showing. Two hours of drinking, followed by two hours of movie while wolfing sliders...pretty damned cool in my book.
Let's say your college football bets didn't pan out quite like you planned. This is when I typically say fuck-it-all and head straight for the movies. Movies, particularly bad ones offer perspective on just how good I have it since I'm not being chased around a vacation rental by some psychopath with a meat cleaver. All I did was lose this months house payment on today's Alabama game. No biggie.
The bartenders at Salt are friendly and attentive. They're also pretty proud of their skills, boasting how as a professional mixologist, there's no drink they're unfamiliar with.
Yeah? Any drink?
When my bartender couldn't make my wife's whatever the fuck, or even knew the ingredients, she tried to walk him through it. When it finally arrived, it was as if some kind of barnyard animal peed into a cocktail shaker. It was that bad.
Feeling bad, (presumably ashamed of himself) drinks were on the house.
Go figure.
I lose big, drink for free, and fall asleep in some bullshit chick movie.
All in all, not a bad day, unless you factor my completely fucking up today's point spreads.
Anyways, I'm coming back to Salt, even if I have to pay next time.
They make their women servers dress like there's a Girls Gone WIld film crew in the house. Not a bad thing.
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