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| - I got a call Sunday morning from good friend (Jimmy is his name and he is the only friend of mine who looks like Jesus Christ) who I'd not seen in over a year.
"You wanna meet me at the Bottleshop Cafe and we'll catch the Steelers?" I agreed, I pass this place daily on the way to the gym, but never stopped in. We met outside the place and walked in.
It's a huge place and great for watching games. Two giant projector TVs are on both sides of the bar and smaller HiDef TVs are everywhere, not a bad seat in the house. There are about 17 beers on tap including 6 pretty good IPAs, and about 150 types of bottled beer. I chose a terrific IPA, Route 113, and Jesus, er, I mean Jimmy ordered a Red Stripe Jamaican Lager. We sucked them down fast, and figured we better order something to eat.
Nice menu, the usual with some pretty amazing surprises thrown in to keep you on your toes. One of the surprises was fried duck wings, panko crusted and deep fried. I ordered the red pepper roasted hummus, served with warm pita points and a side of chopped purple onions, it was a nice crunchy topping for the smooth, garlicky, flavorful hummus. Friend Jimmy ordered the Big Texas Burger, a six ounce patty with two strips of applewood smoked bacon, cheddar, onion rings and something called Bottleshop sauce. Looked mighty tasty, even to a vegan. He had a side of smashed potatoes and a pickle.
Why only three stars? The service was sad. I had to ask our waitress three times for the check and when it did come it seemed awfully high. We did some quick arithmetic and discovered she charged us for three beers each when in actuality we each had two beers each. Padding the bill? No idea, honest mistake, no idea. Keep track of what you eat and drink here, you may save ten bucks on the tab.
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