The new South Park Bridge is an engineering marvel, as evidenced by its ability to propel two dozen or so bicyclists over it and up an almost endlessly-rising roadway just to idly stand outside a gated softball complex near a well-appointed disc golf course in order to drink beer and doctored beers and feast on spicy watermelon before gathering up to drink more beer at a bar that, as Joeball pointed out and Joby concurred, is like a model for the sort of place at which beer should be drunk by two dozen or so bicyclists on nights such as the one in question.
The tequila tasted like vodka, which might just mean the place has two flavors of well liquor, clear and brown, but that’s just fine, as the largesse of our neon round-stander was such that it overextended the watering hole’s supply of shot glasses so that some lucky recipients were served their portions in rocks glasses, but the friendly bartender took in all in stride, even the part where pretty much all the assembled shouted along with the music when the traditional theme song came on the jukebox.
On a three-Kevin night, a former regular returned from the drought-stricken Southland to experience the lushness of our Pacific Northwest, where even under the final leg of an airport flight path, Douglas Fir, Bigleaf Maple, and Western Red Cedar trees flourish with exuberance.
This might be the only place in the country where a Hooter’s Casino is turned back into a Red Apple Supermarket; the pies may not be as fresh as he former décor, but the place does feature a section to source all your supplies for appropriately south-of-the-border themed libations and snacks.
Eating marijuana can make you lose things: a Velcro leg-strap, a favored beer cozy, and the Altoids box for pre-rolled mini-joints is the toll over consecutive Thursdays, but so be it; forgetfulness is a the price you pay for such memorable nights.
The tequila tasted like vodka, which might just mean the place has two flavors of well liquor, clear and brown, but that’s just fine, as the largesse of our neon round-stander was such that it overextended the watering hole’s supply of shot glasses so that some lucky recipients were served their portions in rocks glasses, but the friendly bartender took in all in stride, even the part where pretty much all the assembled shouted along with the music when the traditional theme song came on the jukebox.
On a three-Kevin night, a former regular returned from the drought-stricken Southland to experience the lushness of our Pacific Northwest, where even under the final leg of an airport flight path, Douglas Fir, Bigleaf Maple, and Western Red Cedar trees flourish with exuberance.
This might be the only place in the country where a Hooter’s Casino is turned back into a Red Apple Supermarket; the pies may not be as fresh as he former décor, but the place does feature a section to source all your supplies for appropriately south-of-the-border themed libations and snacks.
Eating marijuana can make you lose things: a Velcro leg-strap, a favored beer cozy, and the Altoids box for pre-rolled mini-joints is the toll over consecutive Thursdays, but so be it; forgetfulness is a the price you pay for such memorable nights.
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