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| - Why did it take me, the metalhead, so long to visit this above-average bar and grill custom-built for headbangers and hellions such as myself?
Their concerts usually start too late for me if they happen at all.
On several occasions over the past 18 months, I'd been angsty over not getting to see bands such as Arsis, Cobalt, Icarus Witch, Valient Thorr, and Melechesh blow minds and bust heads in the microscopic stage space upstairs. Unfortunately, Melechesh never went on (luckily, I skipped that show), and the other acts I mentioned didn't commence creating a racket until 12 or 1 AM!
With my credibility in question, I vowed to take in a gig here, and as per a twist of fate, The Smiling Moose was holding a free (!) Sunday concert that began at 6PM and ended around 9:30.
Hey, I gotta get up in the mornin', y'know?
United By Hate, Victims of Contagion, and Anagnorosis went veni, vidi, vici on less than 100 hessians that evening in a darkened cavern of a room. Ears buzzed, temples ached, and camaraderie ensued.
So, yes, this seasoned earthdog needs to attend more of these small-scale performances once in a while.
I hear you out there asking about the food.
I was a little disappointed that not all of the menu items SM lists on their website were available on the Sabbath, so I had to settle for a humble, nameless burger with Muenster cheese, caramelized onions, lemon mayonnaise, and lettuce on a Ciabatta bun with a bag of kettle chips. Aside from the burger being cooked medium instead of my requested medium-rare (should I have sent it back?), the sharpness of the ghost-white Muenster (monster? Munster?) clashed superbly with the sugar of the onions, the mayonnaise adding a bit of acerbity, the bun bringing the chew of a sourdough and the crisp bulk of Texas Toast.
Downstairs in the bar/dining area one can experience a celebration of pop culture. Science fiction and horror movie posters and attendant memorabilia decorate the walls as a large-screen television glows upon thee.
"I'm home," I told a chick-chum as she hugged me shortly after strolling through the door. "You need to come by more often," she said, playfully scolding me.
Don't be put off by the music scenes for which SM exists to serve; everyone is welcome here, and everyone was civil during my visit. As my friends and I chowed down, we saw elderly folk as well as rastafarians enjoying themselves. Give The Moose a chance, and you may have fun as well. Or think about it this way: If I, the teetotaler and hater of dives and rowdy watering holes liked it...
Or hell, just munch on some choice bar-food if the punk and the metal makes ya wince.
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