My first HS job was as a waiter at Hungry’s Bistro on westside Memorial.
They had a huge, wall, of bottled beers and my most favorite after-shift job was to make sure the labels faced forward, and then go back into the cooler and make sure they’re 6 or so deep.
I’m 17, and I tell the owner “my dad wants a couple of beers tonight, is that ok?”. Yeah, uh huh.
Chimay brown label was one, and I can’t remember the other that was large and brilliant
No, but I bet Chris does. He took us there. I thought it was very good.
I heard that and all I can say is they need to get their shit together - stop fucking around and focus on making Chartreuse. This isn’t amateur hour. We’re not here for shits and giggles.
And @Lefty you should ask my brother about Trappist Tuesdays at the Sigma Chi house when he was at the UofA.
After some forensic investigation comparing our picture at the bar to Google maps photos, this is the Belgian Beer Bar we went to: https://maps.app.goo.gl/Zddqav3EwVGQMo4R6
If Paris was a dartboard, you were in the bullseye.
I’m making Old Fashioned.
Bourbon, simple syrup, bitters, club soda or water, orange slice, two cherries, and a glass of ice or two.
I’ve been silently lamenting the shrinking (shrunked?) import beer shelves in grocery and liquor stores. I love craft and local beers but sometimes you want a nice, say, British beer more exotic than Old Speckled Hen or London Pride. I recall when we lived in Spring in the late 90s there was a Specs on Riley Fuzzel (I think) where you could find Timothy Taylor, Spitfire, Bishops Finger (steady), all the Samuel Smith offerings and that was just the British ones. Hell, a nearby Fiesta carried Broken Hill lager (a friend of mine and i thought that was fancy foreign beer in the 80s). Sad! Thank you for your attention to this matter.
Probably my favorite drink is scotch, plain, on two cubes of ice. I have internally debated the two cubes of ice, as opposed to a small splash of water, for many years. I have finally decided that I live in Houston, Texas, and that life is hot enough without having to drink tepid whiskey. Or whisky.
Thanks for researching that! I’ll let you know if I’m able to get by and check it out!
Good place, and we may have found it by accident.
It’s the time of year where Oktoberfest content hits the SMs:
Right now drinking a Negroni while listening to Blind Faith.
Traffic and Blind Faith…
now I have to do this
Sea of Joy, and Had to Cry Today, are songs that must be heard. I recently watched their concert at Hyde Park. Clapton looked like a heroin addict but played great.
Can’t Find My Way Home is one of my all time favorites.
Such a pretty song
I wish I had this vinyl:
So damn good. At the end of the movie Fandango, when those guitars cords start, fuck. Gets me every time.
“Have a good life”
Record. You wish you had this record.
I have an original copy with the banned cover.
Yeah, I figured that post was Hudson chum