1849. A sports bar. If you knew me, you would never think that I find myself in sports bars fairly often. I am from Pittsburgh and I have to go somewhere to watch the game and feel the Black and Gold. It’s in our blood, there is NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT. And oh, we are the Super Bowl Champions. Or at least, at the time this occurred (as opposed to the time it was written) we were.
The Heartland Brewery is a chain restaurant here in New York City. I do enjoy it more than any typical chain restaurant though. It has a great variety of beer, which is all specially brewed for the restaurant. It also specializes in different types of food in each location from a Chophouse, Barbecue, and a Burger joint.
Months ago, I received a tweet from a good great friend of mine inquiring whether or not I had been to this burger place, Stand. I had not. I looked it up and thought yes, ok, if I find myself in the hood, maybe next time I see a movie at Union Square. But then I wondered, coming from a Massachusetts native, DC loyal, west coast temporary, current Chicago boy: of all the eateries (and buger places, for that matter) in New York, why Stand, from so far away? Then he told me about the toasted marshmellow milkshake.
Scrupulous research concluded, it has been determined by a panel of experts led by myself that the right price for the cheapest brew is $1.50. At fancy Sycamore in Ditmas Park, such is indeed the Happy Hour price (sort of… for some). At for-real Denny’s Steak Pub, it is the standard price, and the appropriate price.
I will not pay $4. I will not pay $6. I will drink a beer for $5 if I don’t have to pay for it. I’m not being particular or persnickety, I’m just voicing the views of the common man and the common loafer and the common miser and everyone I have ever impersonated.