Last Saturday, Groundhog Day to be exact, BF and I went to celebrate our friend, Maresa’s, birthday. She had a little nook in the back of Barcade reserved for the festivities.
Lots of friends, lots of drinks, and lots of quarters lost on Atari arcade games…and before long, we’re sniffing my fur because Maresa seems to have a thing for German Shepard dander :)
The party was a good ol’ time as it always seems to be when we all get together. And I don’t get out often enough these days (I’m currently nesting for several reasons: winter, saving $$$, and I like my new apt.), so I don’t get to whip up hijinks with this gang as much as I’d like sometimes. And when I do see their faces, especially at birthdays, the SHIZAZZ GET CRAZY (read: we get drunk, for some…like me…we get drunk too fast too easily)!
This is seriously the best drink ever…ginger beer refreshes the liver, trust me.
Ok so not so much the liver, but it definitely refreshes the soul after a long hard week of work. It doesn’t even taste like alcohol.
Next time I plan to throw in a splash of something or other…apple cider? whiskey? both?
And I got my grilled cheese!!! Because ya know, it’s National Grilled Cheese Day!!! (I recommend the sandwiches offered up at Noorman’s Kil in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.)
Why does my ketchup have foiled Venus fly traps attached?
Ok, so after further inspection I think it was supposed to be an aluminum foiled 2-headed dragon…nice! I like the kitchen staff’s flair!
Unfortunately that was about the only flair I got, or toward the end of the visit-the only thing I really am stoked on in regard to the Post Office, a bar in my ‘hood (South Williamsburg).
The evening started out lovely, not too many people, just me and the BF saddled up at the bar…I enjoyed a Fancy Free (one of their fancy cocktail selections), and I rather quite liked it.
BF on the other hand was not impressed with his Manhattan…womp womp, usually that’s my go-to “fancy” drink, so I’m glad I opted to try something new. He then asked for a different whiskey in his 2nd manhattan. He didn’t comment so I figured it was “ok”.
After our grilled cheese feast was brought out (and it was yummy!), both our drinks were empty. The bartender failed to ask us if we wanted another. I found that odd considering I only had ONE drink (meaning, I was far from being WASTED, OBNOXIOUS, or a total BLUBBERING IDIOT—which usually when a bartender ignores my empty glass its because I’m being cut-off, yeah that’s happened.)…but then again I give him the benefit of the doubt because I think he was “new”. So I asked for another drink after getting his attention..ok, all was back to being good in my world. But at this point I was just “meh” about the place…I could go back if someone suggested it sometime, but its not a place I find myself dying to frequent (although to be fair, I was dying to check it out since its been there for nearly 2yrs and I was past looking like a sweaty gym rat several times/week and I’ve always wanted to be IN THERE, not on the outside).
Well, now I know what’s inside…and by the time BF ordered his 3rd drinks, they all but up and ignored him after nodding their head OK at his request. He had to ask about 5min later for his drink again, to which they got right on making it, as if acting like they didn’t forget the first time.
I still gave them the benefit of the doubt, thinking that the one bartender was new, give him a break, right? So I did, a nicer tip than BF would’ve suggested…and that’s how I left it.
So Post Office, you didn’t dissappoint, but you really didn’t impress me either. But I do give you a gold star on the grilled cheese presentation…you really know how to spruce up a girl’s ketchup. (And no, BF did NOT get the same foiled treatment…so I’ll say they really know how to make a lady smile. Wait…I’m not lady!)
You know, I do love a good manhattan…or something of the similar sort. It’s Friday!!