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| - Sometimes, you just have to start over. Well, sort of. This place used to be a Beckham's. I have fond memories of Beckham's on 32nd.. it was the first place I ever had wings. It was the first place I ever developed a serious crush on a waitress, the kind of doomed, ill-fated crushes that can never work out - because she's your waitress.
And as an aside, that's the whole problem. Waitresses are usually hired because they're attractive. This means they know they're attractive. This also means they get hit on constantly by drunk, smarmy dudes, old men and perverted chongos who high five each other before launching into a deep conversation about how much they curled at the gym earlier that day while wearing a backwards ball cap and a shirt with a collar. They're also paid to be nice to you. Bar owners thrive on the fact that they can find beautiful serpent women who can trick you into thinking they like you.
Because of this, you shouldn't bother taking a swing at asking out a waitress. At least, not if you meet her when she's working. It's like the golden rule; never ask out an on-duty waitress. Ever. It's not going to go well for you. No matter how much you admire her straight teeth and her cheery voice when she says, "White or brown?" when you order a clubhouse, it's probably not going to happen.
Of course, nothing's impossible. Moving on.
The Beckham's franchise has been battered back and forth after unsuccessful launches of a downtown location and then this one on Centre Street. So, you really can't blame them for rebranding. It still looks the same inside as it did when it was called Beckham's. In fact, the stylized "B's" are still hanging out above the bar at the time of this writing.
There are a lot of televisions. A LOT. If you can't watch the game you came to see here, you're probably blind. It's not a big place, but they've made the most of the space and as far as pub decor goes, it feels pretty upbeat and modern.
One thing that has ALWAYS bothered me about this place is that aside from their wing nights, their specials are garbage. $4.00 for a bottle of Pilsner? Oh, be still my beating heart. I ordered one because I'm cheap and thirsty, but COME ON.
Anyways, the experience was an improvement over Beckham's if only because of our waitress. She was personable, friendly and explained that they were, in fact, owned by the same people as when it was a Beckham's but are no longer affiliated - without looking at me like I was some sort of idiot. She brought our unremarkable drinks on time and with a smile - but you can never trust those smiles.
Our beers were cold. The place was relatively busy considering it was a Tuesday. Both good things.
In the end, this is a pretty average neighborhood pub. The food ranges from great to meh and they're really not doing anything spectacular to warrant a higher rating. I'll be back with higher expectations on a night that I'm really hungry - I hope that this Beckhouston's can deliver.
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