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| - A group of friends and I went to get an after dinner drink after the day's film festival, so we stopped here to close out our night of adventuring.
Real cozy atmosphere. Something about the vibe that was casual and laid-back. We sat next to a guy chatting excitedly to a friend about how drunk and incoherent he is, and is usually a very normal person (uh-huh). On the other side, "Wheel of Fortune" was playing on the TV. Pat Sajak is still hosting? Really?
At any rate, my friends and I survey the menu. They do their own beer, so there were quite a few appealing options. As I started to gravitate towards a Bock, my eyes found the "Beer Float". And it's exactly what it sounds like: A stout with vanilla ice cream.
Since I skipped dessert at dinner, I decided to try one. So I ordered, and the bartender actually scoffed at me, as if to say "What kind of lame-o wants ice cream in their beer?" Well, I, sir, AM that lame-o!
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Well, one of my friends and I, anyway, since she decided to try one. It's a rather exclusive club, you see, and memberships are limited.
True to word, we got served our drinks, and they were tasty. The bartender made it a point to give us a hard time, but he was having some good-natured fun with the jokes, so we verbally gave as much as we got.
We finished our drinks, hung out for a bit longer, and left. As we left, the bartender thanked us for coming out, and said he hoped to see us again soon. I liked the guy, so I gave him a good tip. Any schmoe can sling a beer. It's finding someone willing to have a good time with the customers that makes the experience.
Didn't try the food, but perhaps I'll brave it on the next venture out there.
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