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A pool table, a jukebox
and good beer on tap. It's like the best opening line ever written
(if I do say so myself). This despite not really playing pool, and
understanding the difference between a lager, pilsner and IPA about
as well as I grasped calculus in high school. But unlike math, which
I suck at, I rule at drinking beer--and especially relish imbibing
in a laid back, inexpensive wood-laden bar with no pretense and absolutely
no gimmickry. While the LES isn't exactly the place you'd think of
when toying with the idea of an after-work happy hour, this joint
could change your mind. Sitting on a non-descript block behind tinted
glass windows amongst oddball urban blight, The Whiskey Ward is that
rare find that makes you wonder why more bar owners don't just go
with the straight forward approach. I suppose there are a lot of folks
out there who need fishbowls with plastic sharks in 'em (do they still
have those places?) and chicks in stilettos and those tops that look
like they stole them from the Shaggy D.A. Me? I'll take a working
Wurlitzer, beat up oak, some seating and a place to just chill with
some friends. Sounds like a good night. [MF]
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