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This joint has a seriously
classic look. A long wooden bar with wooden bar stools lines one side
of the narrow space, with low tables on the other. The floors are
worn barn wood of some sort and the walls are exposed brick and a
couple worn barrels sit smack dab in the middle of the space--adding
to the quite real possibility of getting unintentionally smacked in
the nuts. There's a vague camp theme or something going on here, as
a canoe hangs from the ceiling and an oar sits on one wall. Like Blind
Tiger and other beer joints of their ilk, a beer menu written
on chalkboards behind the bar advertise their funky mix of flowery
and wheaty and lemony beers. The interesting part? They're all brewed
in the US and all beers cost $5. The uninteresting part was the crowd
the night we were there. It was packed to the rafters (literally and
figuratively) with kids. Loud ass kids. I mean kids of the drinking
variety, not the milk-drinking ones, but still annoying to see a college
crowd in midtown at what should be an adult-ish establishment. Every
two seconds or so there was a bell ringing and people cheering and
beer sloshing and jostling. Had I been in a different mood, and willing
to let go of my general disdain for gen z (or whatever they're called),
I probably would have realized what a great time everyone was having,
but my days of having to constantly step aside as patrons make their
way to the door, and being assaulted by the cacophony of bells and
hoots are well behind me. Granted, this joint does seem to have a
lot going for it and presents as a perfect bar to patronize after
work with some beer lovers when the kids and their love of noise are
studying whatever it is kids study these days. [MF]
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