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Yesterday we spent the evening at our friend Shawn's Fourth of July party/picnic/barbeque. Of course, helpings of our ample sausage supply were had by all (all carnivores, that is&#41. We met a lot of fun new people, and we were practically the last to leave. German sausage and Mexican beer…what better way to spend a patriotic Fourth of July? 

Posted in Smirks.


The Original Barfly Chronicle

Back on 7/5/98, we came up with the idea of the Barfly Chronicles. Here was our first story that spawned it…

Respect
[Avery]
The first thing that I want to talk about is the lack of respect that bar patrons show the local bars and bartenders. Case in point: The Toronado. The Toronado is our bar… Janet and I go there at least once a week, usually to have a drink or two and to talk to the bartenders. The Toronado is world renowned as a beer bar. When you walk into this bar, you see one thing: lots and lots of tap-handles. 46 of them to be exact. On the wall is a list of everything on tap. If you don’t see it on the list, they don’t have the beer.

Last weekend was Pride Weekend, and because of that, a lot of tourists invaded the Lower Haight, due to its relatively close proximity to the Castro. It didn’t really bother me that much in the beginning because we were still able to sit down at the bar without waiting for a seat.

However, as the night wore on, I started to hear these tourists asking for really stupid things. One person asked for a pitcher of beer. Ok, Pitchers of beer are served by establishments that want to encourage their patrons to get drunk. The Toronado is a SERIOUS beer bar. This is the bar that Aventinus and Spaten throw parties at. Do you know what Aventinus is? Most people don’t… but most regular patrons at the Toronado do (it’s a very yeasty dark German beer, hard to find on tap). Needless to say, the Toronado takes its beer very seriously, and the regular patrons do as well. Do you see anyone with a pitcher of beer ANYWHERE at the bar? No? Well, don’t ask for a pitcher of beer there.

Sheesh! Why don’t people just take a look at the “scene” of a bar before they open their fool mouth up? When you walk in… you can’t miss the list of beers on tap. When I first came in to the Toronado 4 years ago, I was intimidated…. but I also wanted to fit in. I picked a beer off of the list, completely at random, and ordered it. Then, I started talking to the bartender… I told him what I didn’t like about the beer, and what i DID like about the beer. Pauly steered me towards some other types of beer, and I ended up finding some beers that I absolutely loved. I can understand if you walk into a bar like the Toronado and you don’t have ANY idea of what to drink. Instead of asking for a “bucket of Heinekens” (overheard last Saturday), go to the bartender and say “I don’t recognize any of the beers on the list. I usually drink Heineken. Could you recommend something similar?” It’s called showing respect.

Final thing on the subject: When I walk into a bar for the first time, I look and see what everyone is drinking. If everyone is drinking beer, I order beer. If everyone is ordering a mixed drink, I order a mixed drink (or a Whiskey on the Rocks if I am feeling argumentative). If I go to a wine bar, I order wine. If I go into a bar where everybody is drinking one of those slurpee like frozen daquiris, I leave. If you walk into the Toronado, you will see NO bottles of liquor behind the bar. You will not see any shakers, strainers, blenders… nothing that would make you think that they serve anything other than beer. DON’T walk in and ask for a B-52. The same way, if I walk into a bar and notice that they only have “Bud” on tap, I’m not going to ask for an El Toro Poppy Jasper.

Posted in The Barfly Chronicles.


Archived Smirk

Sometimes, it's the small things that can make me happy. This morning, I tested out the new fog-free bathtub mirror I bought at Cliff's Variety. For $6.99 I can finally shave in the shower. Why is this such a significant purchase? Let me explain: Every time I shave… the sink gets clogged… really clogged (like whip out the boiling water and Drano clogged&#41… so, usually, if you happen to see me, I have an extra few days of facial growth because I just don't want to go through the hassle of cleaning out the sink. Now, due to the magic of this little plastic mirror, I'll be able to shave regularly again.

Posted in Smirks.


Archived Smirk

Just found a new bar… 850 Montgomery at… well… 850 Montgomery Street. It's got a great space… a full bar, a pool table and since there are less than 4 employees… YOU CAN SMOKE THERE! Imagine the smirk on my face as I smoked a Bahia Double Corona and I watched two yuppie-ass suit-wearing poseur smokers destroy a Hoyo de Monterrey (just taking little puffs and blowing OUT through the cigar&#41! I think I have found a new Friday night after-work bar.

[Janet] 7/1000000 We got tickets for Brian Setzer today. I hope he wears that green leopard-print suit again!

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Sausage Chronicles

It all started out innocently. I was at an all hands meeting for my division, at a Baltimore Orioles game, talking to a newly-made friend about German food. somehow, in the process of discussing sausages, Pam mentioned that when she was a kid living in Iowa, that she used to get the best sausages from this little home-town shop.

The next day, Pam emailed (is that a word?) me and asked for my address, because she was going to ship me some Bratwurst from that place she was talking about in Iowa.

This last Tuesday (6/30/98), I received a box at my office… filled with 12 2-pound packs of sausages. I talked to Pam about this… she said that she ordered me 12 bratwursts, thinking I would get 12 links (two packs of 6 sausages)… not 12 packs of sausage.

This section will chronicle HOW I get through 12 packs of this Bratwurst.

7/1/98
Gave 1 pack of sausages to my Building Manager. In exchange, he gave us some beautiful strawberries from the Farmers’ Market.

7/4/98
Bringing 6 packs to a 4th of July party which is being thrown at Shawn’s house. Shawn is the President of DoublePlay records, a local record label… and a good friend. Now, I’ll finally be able to taste one of these bratwursts. You’ll get my tasting notes tomorrow afternoon.

7/5/98
Brought 6 packs of the Bratwursts to the party. Between all the party goers, we went through 2 packs of brats. Marcus from Sherlock’s Haven (my local cigar shop) took home another 2 packs.
Current supply of Bratwurst left: 5 packs in freezer, 2 in the fridge.
As a side note, everyone thought that the sausage tasted great! I happen to think that these might be the best Bratwrusts that I have ever had.

7/8/98
My building manager came by and asked for another pack of sausage… down to 1 in the fridge and 5 in the freezer!

7/25/98
Traded 1 pack of sausage to Jeff at Rosamunde, the new sausage grill next to the Toronado for a Wiener Schnitzel on one of his phenomenal rolls. Hope he likes it… I certainly liked what I received in the trade!

8/12/98
Defrosted another pack and cooked up 4 sausages with sweet onions, honey mustard (that I made from Coleman’s mustard powder and fresh wild orange blossom honey) and red peppers. Tomorrow, we are going to make up some red-beans and rice with the rest of the pack. 4 packs + 2 sausages left!

8/13/98
Used the last 2 sausages frm yesterday to make a sausage/chicken gumbo. 4 packs left in the freezer.

5/23/99
Threw the last four packs in the freezer as we threw everything out in preparation for the move.

Posted in General Ramblings.


Women's Boxing and a Pathetic Sports Bar

Last night, our boxing instructor, Jocelyn, invited Janet and me out to see one of her sparring partners box on USA's Tuesday Night Fights. So, our class ends, we grab a quick bite to eat and head out to the dreaded Fisherman's Wharf to Knuckle's Sports Bar (at the Hyatt&#41 to watch the match with a bunch of local boxers, and Gina's (the person whose match we were here to see&#41 mother.
9:00 PM hits and the waiter changes the TVs to the USA station… but instead of Tuesday Night Fights, Highlander is on. The table I am sitting at is royally confused and Gina's mother goes to have words with the bar manager. To make a long 15 minutes really short, it ends up that the bar bought a handy-dandy DSS dish, but only gets the EAST coast feed of USA. The damn thing is that when they arranged for 15 of us to go to Knuckles, they confirmed the time and what sports event we were there to see. Putzes.
So, Gina, knowing that everyone is at the bar to cheer her on, calls Knuckles and talks to her mom (who then lets us know that she kept her title/belt due to a unanimous decision&#41 and then asks to talk to Jordan (one of her sparring partners&#41. Between Gina's mom leaving to get Jordan and Jordan getting to the phone, one of the bartenders hangs up the phone… presumably without checking to see if ANYONE WAS STILL ON! Double Putzes.
These sorts of screw ups, combined with a 4 dollar Anchor Steam ($2.50 at the Toronado&#41 does not make for long term customers.

Posted in Scowls.