It’s Friday! Do you know where I can get some beer?
Thinking about going to that Girls Rock Louisville karaoke thing at Zanzabar tonight … but it doesn’t start until 11:30 p.m. Yikes! Can this Grandma make it that late? Depends on when I start, I suppose.
$1 train beers!
Have you ever wanted to escape your life for a night and rekindle those simple joys you experienced as a child? Like an impromptu trip to Dairy Queen, or capturing lightning bugs in a jar, or knowing your TV night includes new episodes of “Who’s the Boss” followed by “Growing Pains.”
I know a place where you can channel that joy but still be an adult — because you have to be at least 21 to participate.
It’s called Pleasure Ridge Pizza, or PRP for short, and it’s located off of Crittenden Drive, right near the train tracks. And while the pizza is good and the atmosphere is sporty, the true fun comes when a train goes by — which can happen quite often.
Because every time a train goes by, you can order a (domestic) beer for $1. And I can’t tell you how thrilling it is to have the bartender throw down a bucket of beer in front of you, and then hear that familiar blare of the horn and see the blinking lights on the gates as they close off the road. The bartender immediately will ring the special bell, and patrons high-five in glee.
One night I swear at least five trains went by within 90 minutes. Luckily I’m a quick Uber ride away. And I suggest you Uber, because you never know how many beers will be placed in front of you over the course of the evening. It’s like college all over again.
I never knew how much I loved trains until now.
Should have known I’d lose my money when I drew a 6-6-6.
Played some blackjack this weekend at St. Agnes, and Jesus took most of my money. In the case of a push, the church gets the money, so basically the odds are screwed.
I hope this helps my karma for the rest of the year, or maybe just puts a halo around my head and I score some brownie points.
The temperatures were so hot, the beer flowed like water.
We’re now in the season of Catholic picnics, so I’ll see you at the blackjack table of the next one!
If you spin the wheel, you must drink what it lands on.
Ended my Thursday night by spinning the Wheel o’ Drank at The Pearl. I landed on the lucky $4 shot of Buffalo Trace, while my buddies got a vodka and a Modelo.
I just thank my lucky stars I didn’t get that damn white zinfandel again. #torture
Yum and Yummer.
Cool Pint Night Alert!
Flanagan’s will be serving up two beers from Sierra Nevada tonight, and one of them will come in a cool Forecastle Festival glass you get to keep.
First up at 7 p.m. is the Sierra Nevada Tropical Torpedo, which sounds delicious because they mix a hoppy beer with island flavors like mango, papaya and passionfruit. I think this is a beer for me.
Next up, at 8 p.m., they’ll be tapping the Sierra Nevada Sidecar Orange Pale Ale, another interesting concept mixing hops with citrus. I believe this is the one that will be served in the Forecastle glass, and it’s one I’d also like to sample.
Not sure I’ll make it tonight, but I will certainly try.
Liquid dream come true.
There was a part of me who never thought this day would come. That Zima would never be re-released into U.S. public consumption for all (who are 21 and over) to enjoy.
Well, it’s here. And I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I got the text from Big Bar owner Kevin this morning saying a shipment of Zima was on its way. I rushed over to watch them roll the case in, and on the way I grabbed a bag of Jolly Ranchers.
Here’s a Bar Belle column entailing just how exciting this is for me. And I’m here to report Big Bar was the first bar to receive Zima, with others following very soon. Like tomorrow, and definitely by the weekend.
Zima. It’s zomething zifferent.
I’ll take a scoop of this.
Attended the annual Keg Liquors Fest of Ale over the weekend and drank my weight in beer — and then some. Which explains why I can’t button my pants.
Tried a lot of new beers (new to me) and several familiar favorites.
A couple badass beers I recall were Sun King’s Cherry Busey, which I kept accidentally referring to Cherry Garcia; Redd’s Blueberry Ale; Oberon, of course; and I spent a good 45 minutes up with the cider and wine folks, which is where my memory got fuzzy.
Beer. It’s what’s for breakfast.