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| - I could write about my lunch experience. I could write about how it was dead in there, the food was alright but nothing to write home about. I could tell you about my three star experience.
But I'm not. going to.
I'm going to tell you about my five star experience. When would this five star experience happen? THURSDAY. When do you want to go to this place? THURSDAY. When do you want to have any of your drinks half price (excluding Patron and Goose)? THURSDAY.
I went for happy hour after work (it's a hop-skip from the office). I'll be honest, the guys behind the bar, while being pretty cute, are lackluster in the communication and drink area. But them aside, who doesn't love a loud, foul mouthed bartender in a local joint with giant boobs, a witty comeback, and makes the best Vodka Collins I've ever had? I know I do! I'd never met this chick in my life, but right after she made a joke about me liking highballs, it was all uphill from there.
They do not, by any means, water the drinks here. They're strong, so expect to get something with a kick. When I went, it was packed. I actually only stayed in the bar area because there were so many interesting people to talk to there. The crowd runs from all ages and walks, you have your older crowd, your younger crowd, your townie crowd, your happy hour after work crowd... it's all there. After I had closed my tab, some guy who was probably sixty just kept my drinks coming and talking about Desert Storm. Weird? Yes. Awesome, interesting, and a good story later? Yes.
Gotta love places like this.
So what did we learn?
THURSDAY.
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