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| - Oh Bar Wellington aka the Welly... I used to walk here in the dead of winter for a pint and a cozy pub to remind me of home.
I have had a lot of good personal memories here:
- getting hit in the head with a falling apple and them bringing me a beer to make it better
- 'bucket of blondes' - a few times
- meeting a Russian mail order bride and a man with an ascot in the winter of 2008 in the back room. Sarah T gave her a fake number. haha.
The good:
- The food is pretty decent - burgers are good, chicken fingers are sliced, diced, breaded and fried on site... well, maybe not diced...
- The portions are huge
- The patio is awesome
- There is little staff turnover so it must be a good place :)
The bad:
- apples fall from overhead. It's very Newtonian (bop!). I like to bring people here, see the apples falling, and quiz them about string theory and the infinite possible landing points of said apples in infinite parallel universes. Actually, maybe this is the good.
- I didn't really dig the steak frites. It's thin bar-steak, but honestly, you shouldn't order 15$ steak anywhere and expect it to be good. So it was fine.
The weird-and-amazing:
There are always super random people here who want to be friends with me. I have met a Russian woman who moved here to be with a man she had never met, flanked by another man who only spoke Parisian french so we didn't understand each other. I have also met a guy who makes a living with those click-thru porno banners on websites who invited me to an 'after party' at his condo around the corner. There was no party, we were just drinking at the Welly, so after asking a number of questions about his overhead and the viability of his business model, I declined.
Would I go here again?
I WILL go here again, for sure. Probably this month. I may or may not have the chicken fingers.
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