Old Guys Opener

Well, eventually it had to come to this. When your nightcap of choice is a shot of Pepto Bismo and instead of a glass of beer when you wake up you chug an Alka-Seltzer you know that your youth isn't fleeting, it has fled. Ah, the good old days when drugs were for recreation, not survival. Seems to me they were cheaper then too. Well, we might not be able to rock, but we can still cook.

Rico brought up all of the fixings for our eggs in a bag omelets. These are always a fan favorite. Just throw a couple of eggs into a Ziploc bag along with whatever else you might fancy: onions, chopped garlic, grated cheese, chopped up sausage, anything at all. Then you just squish everything together and squeeze out all of the air.

Rico Showing Off His Creation


Of course Cubby seemed proud of his as well.

Cubby Showing His With Gus Looking On


Actually, I am not sure what Gus is looking at, or what all Cubby was showing.

And then, when you have everything all squished up you simply pop the bag into boiling water and let it boil away for about 14 minutes.

Boiling Away


Then, believe it or not, you take out the bag, open it, and roll a perfect omelet out onto your plate.

Just The Way You Made It


Another unusual offering was venison haggis. Haggis is, basically, all of the internal organs of a sheep including the lungs which, sadly, are no longer legal in the United States. You chop everything up and mix it with oatmeal and then, traditionally, stuff it into the sheep's stomach. Sadly, real stomach's are getting hard to get so we used a Sears stomach. And we used venison parts instead of sheep parts.

Bruce, who also made five gallons of a mighty fine beer, Bruce & Jon's Lumberjack Lager, was the one responsible for the conception and preparation of the Haggis. And, I regret, I did not get a picture of his keg of beer.

Yummy, Sheep Parts






Everything Stuffed Into A Simulated Stomach


Bruce also whipped up a mighty fine batch of greens and pork hocks that really hit the spot.

Greens Right Out Of The Pot


A nice little repast:

Beer And Greens


We had a lovely evening so supper on the deck seemed like a grand idea.

Jerry, Cubby, And Chris Chowing Down


Chris just came up on Saturday so he rounded out our crew to an even eight this year.

A Beautiful Sunset


All of my so-called buddies, except for Bruce, always give me static about my football jersey because it has "BIMBO" across the front. Well, if it didn't have "BIMBO" across the front I probably wouldn't have bought it. But it was a touching tribute when Jon unveiled a special cake he had made for the opener.

A Touching Tribute




Oh, the only reason Bruce doesn't give me static about my jersey is because he had me buy one for him.

We had a great time, as usual. We had a lot more good stuff to eat too. I brought corned beef and pastrami from Katz's and Rico's wife Sandy sent up some homemade sauerkraut. We bought some Swiss cheese and rye bread on the way up and made dynamite grilled Reubens. I also made a nice Spanish style fish stew and we had smoked venison, pickled Northern Pike, pickled turkey gizzards, smoked oysters and octopus and all sorts of other goodies to nibble on.

Oh, and we never did go fishing.

Politics As Usual, Just A Bit Later Than Usual

I don't know why this strikes me as being so funny, or sad, but it does. The normal closing time for bars in Minnesota is 2:00 A.M. There have been attempts in the past to get them to stay open later but they have always been shot down. The rallying cry by those against keeping them open later has been "Nothing good happens after two."

Well, I couldn't help but be amused where a special dispensation has been granted to allow the bars to remain open until 4:00 A.M. during the Republican convention.

GOP Bar Hours

Beer taps, wine corkscrews and martini shakers should get an extra workout during the Republican National Convention, thanks to state legislation that pushes bar closing time out by two hours.

The Minnesota Legislature approved a compromise bill Thursday that would let local governments in the seven-county Twin Cities area allow liquor dispensing until 4 a.m. during the convention’s run.

The current cutoff time for bars is 2 a.m.

Aren't you glad your Republican delegates to the National Convention are so serious about their responsibilities that bars have to be kept open an extra two hours to let them unwind? I am betting there will be more than one DUI.

I personally think super delegates should be able to drink until 6:00 A.M. Oh, wait, I don't think Republicans have super delegates.

Opener Time

Ah yes, it is that time of year once again. Mother's Day and the Minnesota Fishing Opener. And, as always, I head back to my native state of Minnesota to celebrate, well, not Mother's Day.

We always head up to my buddy Jerry's cabin for this week-end and the size of the crowd can vary but there is usually a core group that shows up. This year we had most of them although they kind of trickled in and out.

The first stop on the way to the cabin is traditionally The Firehouse in Hinckley. This place has really changed over the years. Originally it was just a fairly small municipal on/off sale, although the bar area was always fairly large and really hasn't changed all that much. For comparison purposes, this is what the place looked like just last year.

The Firehouse In 2007


As you can see, there have been some significant changes.

This Year's Version


The bar, thankfully, hasn't changed that much and I was happy to see my favorite bartender was still there and busily at work.

Mary Settin' Up


The early crew that came up from Minneapolis hooked up and had a morning eye-opener to get us primed for what is always an arduous week-end.

The Early Crew, Jerry, Cubby, Gus, and Barman


After stocking up on liquor and groceries we hit our next stop on the way. By the time we hit this place we are almost at the cabin.

The Blue Max


We were a bit nervous because The Blue Max had closed and we weren't sure if it would be open for the opener. Luckily the new owners had it up and running with just days to spare.

Whew, That Was Close


The early crew from Minneapolis was the first one here as well.

Early Crew Having A Cold One


We weren't there very long though before Bruce and Jon who came down from Up North joined us.

Bruce And Jon


Together at last we posed for a group picture at, where else, the bar.

Group Photo, Everyone Smile


A bit later Rico, the last of the group to join us today, showed up.

Rico, On The Left


While I was in Puerto Vallarta I asked if anyone wanted me to buy them a Chivas shirt but got no takers other than Bruce. It takes someone who is comfortable with their manhood to wear a shirt with Bimbo plastered across the front.

Manly Bimbos


As usual we caused a bit of a ruckus in the bar, but nothing too serious. I think they like us. They should, we spend enough. Throughout our stay Holly, the new bartender, gamely kept up with our prodigious demands.

Good Job, Holly


From here we headed to the cabin where we made grilled Reubens. I brought corned beef and pastrami from Katz's in New York and Rico brought up sauerkraut that his wife Sandy had made. Needless to say, they hit the spot.

A Tisket, A Tasket, A Cask, It Is Better

Another three day Cask Festival is about to be held at The Brazen Head, and this one I will not miss.

"You Get A Decent Enough Do At The Brazen Head"


That quote is from James Joyce who used to hang out in a pub in Ireland named The Brazen Head.



The Cask Festivals at The Brazen Head are always a joyous affair. Luckily I live close enough so that if I am in town I can easily make all three days. And I fully intend to because that is the only way you will be able to sample all of the offerings. Actually, even three days isn't really enough. They will have 25 different cask ales and lagers over the three days with at least eleven on any given day.



What I also like about this festival is that you don't get little sippy cups. You buy your beers by the pint or a smaller glass, eight or twelve ounces I believe. To fully taste a beer you need to drink at least this amount. And no spitting allowed.

The Brazen Head always have a couple of cask offerings so I got an early jump on the festival by having a Chelsea Hop Angel.

An Angel, Miriam, Pulling Me An Angel


And Bar Man Enjoying His Angel


The Hop Angel is an IPA and comes in at a decent 7% alcohol. It pours a nice golden color with a frothy head that doesn't stick around too long. There is a nice citrus nose to it and just a bit to the taste as well. The hops are there, but not overwhelming like in so many IPAs these days. I could easily go through a bunch of these on a hot summer day. Sadly it was a chilly, overcast and damp day so I only had the one.

There is a little outdoor area in the back that I am sure will be packed during the festival.

Perfect Place For A Pint


I noticed that they were hauling in cement and tiles today so I think they are going to upgrade the patio in time for the festival.

There was another big sign announcing the festival on the plywood wall out back. You can see that the dates have been changed. They were originally going to have it next week but someone decided that maybe having it on Mother's Day wasn't the best idea. I am glad they changed it because I will be in Minnesota that weekend for the opening of fishing.

Postponed


I would encourage you to show up early for this because by mid-afternoon many of the beers and ales will be gone.

Ribs And Beer, Some Of My Favorite Things

Last night I had a hankering for some barbecued ribs and so headed to one of my favorite bars, Pete's Waterfront Ale House.

Now I know that good bar etiquette suggests that you should know what you want when you belly up to a bar so as not to waste the bartender's time. I try to make a habit of this but sometimes circumstances don't allow it. Deciding on a beer at Pete's is one of these circumstances.

As I have mentioned before, one of the things I like about Pete's is not only the decent selection of beers they offer, but the fact that they change their offerings quite frequently. As a result you need to peruse the beer menu, thoughtfully posted above the bar, before deciding on what you want.

The Night's Offerings


After pondering for a few minutes I decided to start with the Palm Belgian Amber, and I thought it was a good decision. Leigh Ann, the bartender, agreed .

Leigh Ann Pulling My Palm


Palm is an old Belgian brewery that has been around from the 1700s so, as you might expect, by now they have the brewing process down pretty well. The Palm Amber is decently strong at 5.4% and is a nice golden color with a firm white head. Not too much hops that I could detect, but certainly not a sweet beer by any means. It was quite good.

A Palm In Hand


I generally like beers turned out by the Six Points Brewery located not too far from me in Red Hook, Brooklyn. When I saw the Six Points Ryetious I had to try it, and I wasn't disappointed.

Bar Man Being Ryetious


I think the Six Points Brewery is now going by the name Sixpoint Craft Ales. It looks as though they are in the process of setting up a website but as of today there is just a single page that is ready. This was a darker beer and was fairly hoppy. Not too heavy, and very drinkable.

Well, I came in for the ribs but, as always, I like to check the specials to see if anything looks particularly appealing.

The Night's Specials


The BBQ Jerk Pork Loin looked tempting, but it had been a long time since I had the ribs so that is what I settled on. There were a couple of beers that looked like they might go well, the Aecht Schlenkera Fastenbier and the Avery Collaboration Not Litigation. Leigh Ann graciously let me have a taste of each to help me make up my mind.

A Taste Of Each


The Avery Collaboration Not Litigation pours a cloudy dark amber and my first sip let me know this was not a beer to be trifled with. It is a hefty 8.72% alcohol and the alcohol comes through this flavorful brew. Because I only had a small taste and the alcohol came through so strongly I can't say that I had enough of it to give you much more information about how it tasted. I knew having a pint of this with my ribs might not be the thing to do though.

The Aecht Schlenkera Fastenbier is brewed by Brauerei Heller-Trum in Oberfranken/Bayern, Germany. This is a nice malty beer with enough hops to give it a bit of a bite. It pours dark and has a nice smoky nose to it. It also has a nice smoky taste. I like smoky beers and this is one of the best I have had. Not over-powering, but not so subtle that you have to search for it. It was a reasonable 5.5% and I knew it would go perfectly with the smoky taste of the ribs. I was right and I ended up having two pints (well, there were a lot of ribs).

Traditionally this beer is sold only during lent and because of the nourishing yeast used to make it the German's say "Brotzeit already included" "Brotzeit" is the German word for afternoon snack.

I think I am going back today though to have a pint of the Avery and I should be able to give you a better description afterwards. That is if I stop at just one pint. I must be strong.

Shoddy Reporting

Nothing infuriates Bar Man like shoddy reporting, particularly when it is on a subject dear to my heart, like bars, or beer, or drinking. This is a classic:

A Brewery, I Don't Think So


This article by Farnoosh Torabi appeared in Monday's edition of am New York, a free publication that is worth every penny of its price. Actually I am being a bit harsh. I read it on a daily basis although I have to say it is a pretty light read. Good to grab when you are getting on a subway though.

But I digress. The headline of this article might lead you to believe it will be about a brewery. I know, I am probably being a bit naive. But then the first line of the article is "An Upper West Side brewery has a noisy neighbor problem." And the caption of the picture is "Mark Bahna says his brewery has struggled since a development project started next door."

Personally, I don't think Mr. Bahna actually said that. Although the restaurant and bar that is being talked about is named Westside Brewing Co., no brewing actually takes place there. At one time, long ago, it may have been a brew pub (which is different than a brewery, by the way) but it hasn't been for many a year. You would think a reporter might have noticed the absence of any brewing equipment. The last time I was there they didn't even pretend to brew any beer, serving no beers that even carried their name.

Of course Ms. Torabi probably thinks the Heartland Brewery chain is made up of brew pubs as well. None of Heartland's locations have brewed a drop on their premises for many a year either, not since they expanded beyond two locations and decided it was more efficient (read that as cheaper) to brew their beers off-site and have them delivered. I will cut Heartland some slack here, they also claim that they have better quality control since they consolidated the brewing. And for awhile, maybe still, they had their brewmaster continue to do the brewing. Now don't get me wrong, Heartland still serves mighty good beers brewed to their specifications, they are just no longer brew pubs. Westside Brewery doesn't even bother with that.

You can go to Rocky Sullivan's in Red Hook and get beers fresh from the Six Point Brewery next door. And, by the way, I don't believe breweries, unlike brew pubs, are allowed to sell their beer for consumption on their premises. I am not sure what kind of an arrangement Chelsea Brewery in Manhattan has, but next door to the brewery proper is a great bar and restaurant where you can get their beers on draft. And mighty good beers they are too. As are the offerings from Six Point.

Further

Last Friday I decided to check out the buses (fans of Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters will notice the reference in this blog's title) in my neighborhood. I am beginning to realize that these are an under utilized mode of transportation. The subways are crowded and you can't see where you are going, but they are fairly fast. The buses offer a more leisurely mode of travel and you can sight-see as well.

Just a short walk from my place is, I discovered, a stop on the longest bus route in New York. One end is in Red Hook, just a short walk from Rocky Sullivan's bar and the Six Points Brewery. The other end is in Long Island City. As you will see, I haven't gotten to that end yet. But soon, very soon.

The Bus, The Bus


Trust me, if the weather is decent waiting for a bus is much pleasanter than waiting for a subway. And Friday was a lovely spring day, just perfect for an excursion.

I have already taken this bus, the 61, to Red Hook so today it was off in the other direction. The objective was to take it to Long Island City, see what was interesting there or on the way, and then either stay or stop someplace on the way back. Well, the best laid plans of mice and men and all that rot.

Shortly before noon and after about twenty minutes on the bus it passed through Williamsburg. My traveling companion, the Mysterious Chinese Woman, decided she was feeling a bit peckish and wanted to stop for lunch. I, of course, am always ready for a beer so there was no argument from me.

A Beer Break


The bus stopped but a block from Rosemary's Greenpoint Tavern. This was bar number 634 back in the day of my 1000 bar trek and it hadn't changed too much. It wasn't as heavily decorated, but my last visit was shortly after the Fourth of July. It wasn't as crowded either, in fact at about 11:45 A.M. it was empty. Not even a bartender. Well, there was a bartender, it was the guy outside smoking a cigarette. He did come in and ask us if we wanted anything. I said he could finish his smoke because we weren't in any hurry. He came in anyway and I had a draft Sierra Nevada Pale Ale

Beer Brunch


I got to watch Chuck Norris beat up someone on television to end another exciting episode of Walker, Texas Ranger and then it was time for a real lunch.

Just down the block was an interesting looking Pan-Asian restaurant that had a bit of a lunch crowd, so that was where we headed.

Red Bowl


They had a nice little menu and very reasonable prices. I could see why it was popular. The service was fast and friendly and you could look out the open front and watch the world pass by.

I decided to have a sake with my lunch and that turned out to be a tactical error. I assumed that I would just get a small glass but that proved not to be the case at all. Instead I was served a fairly good portion in a neat little carafe with a pocket for ice to keep the sake chilled.

A Serving Of Sake


The price was right, just $9 for the carafe, but the portion was a bit more than I anticipated. Nonetheless, I wasn't about to let any go to waste so I manfully finished it off as the Mysterious Chinese Woman looked on approvingly, or not.

Not Really Approving


Well, Bar Man's resolve faded like cheap madras shorts washed in hot water. It just didn't seem like such a good idea to get back on the bus so we decided to just wander around a bit and see what we could see where we were. It turned out to be a pretty good idea because not too far away we found a neat little surfer themed bar named, appropriately enough:

Surf Bar


It was pretty hard to miss considering the size of the sign painted on the wall. The appropriate surf themed signage (why does my spell checker not recognize that word?) hung outside the door.

Surfer Signage


Another digression. If I add "signage" to my spell checker dictionary it still flags it when the word is capitalized. Ain't that strange?

They had a limited selection of beers on draft but a larger selection of beers in bottles. I opted for a Blue Point Toasted Lager though because I like it and you don't see it everywhere. It also helps support the local economy because it is brewed on Long Island.

Toasted Lager, But Not Getting Toasted


The interior of the bar was a complete clutter of surfer themed stuff, just junk, and a nice collection of surfer pictures that looked like they were outtakes from a Gidget movie. I liked it.

Gidget Goes Surfin'


I really didn't check out the menu, but they had a row of tables with red and white checkered tablecloths lined up against the wall opposite the bar.

The Dining Area


They have a neat outdoor area where a few people were having lunch. It had a set-up for live music so I bet this place is jumping on warm summer evenings.

Outdoor Patio


The only thing lacking was an actual view of the water. On the other hand I could watch the construction project across the street.

A Wave Pool Would Be Nice


Well, it isn't going to be a wave pool. The bartender said he thought it was gong to be a six story apartment building or something. In Williamsburg six stories is a big deal. The building boom in Williamsburg hasn't abated too much, there are buildings going up all over. I can see why people like to live here though. Lot's of restaurants and bars, still reasonable prices, and just one subway stop from Manhattan on the L train.



We were going to take the bus home at this point but the Mysterious Chinese Woman decided she wanted a delayed dessert. I was hoping for an espresso and perhaps a Strega. We walked past Acqua Santa and decided to stop in.

Acqua Santa


The front door was locked and it looked empty inside but when we walked around the corner we saw that it had a nice little garden area that was open to the warm spring day.

The Garden Entrance


The Mysterious Chinese Woman got what she wanted, a nice piece of chocolate cake served with a delicious raspberry sherbet and sliced strawberrys.

Umm, Yummy


They only served beer and wine here so I settled for an espresso and a glass of their house red. Not a bad fall back, and it was a nice way to end our afternoon in Williamsburg.

Alls Well That Ends Well




Now that I know how easy it is to get to this neighborhood by bus I will be returning more often. By subway, from where I live, you have to take the G subway and that is notorious for being unreliable. The alternative would be to take the subway to 14th street in Manhattan and then transfer to the L train. Also not convenient and would take much longer. The bus is just perfect.

The Bus Back


All in all it was a fun afternoon even though it took that unexpected turn. Next time my resolve will be better, or we leave earlier and have lunch somewhere in Long Island City or on the way back. After checking the bus map I saw that Long Island City wasn't that much further.