Free koozies!
I’m hosting a happy hour tonight at Merle’s Whiskey Kitchen, and I know you’re gonna join me!
I’m giving away some beer koozies from my personal collection, so get there early if you want first dibs. It goes from 5-7 p.m., and Merle’s is on the corner of Main and Second streets.
Word.
Oh yeah, there are lots of drink specials, including a $5 Old Fashioned and a $3.50 Margarita. Bueno.
One of our favs!
Bar Belle: Hittin’ up the high-spirited haunts of Highview
I’m just going to leave this here.
We unearthed some hidden gems in Highview, like the Hitching Post, but also had some not-so-fun decor, like the Confederate Flag inside Castaway Lounge.
Enjoy.
We saw some horse ass on the Bud Tour!
It’s almost April, you all! Where did March go? I guess it got ushered out as quickly as green beer on March 18.
I did just go on a long weekend trip to St. Louis. While I enjoyed the Budweiser Tour immensely, I didn’t come away from the trip thinking I ever need to go back to St. Louis anytime soon. Nothing bad happened — you just either feel a city, or you don’t.
I’ve also got big news to share, but you’ll have to wait for it just a little longer.
I apologize for not posting as much, but I promise to work on that.
Happy Friday. Go Cards! Go Cats!
It’s going to be quite a night for women and men’s basketball …
Beers as big as your head?! WTF, Palace.
Anyone know why on God’s green earth the Louisville Palace only sells its domestic beers in 25-ounce cans?
That’s 25 damn ounces!! Of beer!! That will likely become warm in five minutes time!!
Now, back in my 20s, I would have thought this was the best thing on God’s green earth. But 25 ounces during Mariah Carey after I’ve already guzzled down three frozen margaritas at dinner? I guess they want me to be in the bathroom the entire show.
I don’t even tailgate with 25-ounce beers!
And speaking of God’s green earth — hope to see you all out tomorrow for the annual St. Patrick’s Parade in the Highlands. You can find me at Flanagan’s. Buy me a drink, sing me a song, take me as I am ’cause I can’t stay long.
This was 2018.
According to my Fitbit, last year I walked 3,559,472 steps, which translates to 1,504 miles and 520,472 calories burned.
I wonder how many calories from beer I consumed.
And that’s a hell of a lot of steps. What did I do?
Well, I went to Destin and Denver. I drank and bought a lot of bourbon. I spent many hours with friends, and many hours with Netflix. I walked my dog. I bought groceries and improved my landscaping. I painted and helped a friend paint. I explored new neighborhoods. I met new people. I survived the St. Patrick’s Parade and Derby. I sat on a swing and surprised people as they were coming off an elevator on my birthday. I ate ice cream and cheese potatoes. I slept. I fell. I said goodbye to my mother. I cried. I laughed. I learned.
So yeah, that’s what I did. And this year, I hope to do more.
This only exists in your imagination.
Last week, we explored the fine taverns of Okolona in search for the mythical creature known as the Okolona Corona.
We didn’t find said creature, but we did unearth a few gems on our journey.
Love the tall glasses, too!
Don’t hate me for saying this, but BW3’s has some of the best beer on tap.
I’m not talking about selection, although they do have at least 20 taps, probably more — it’s been a while since I’ve been there. I’m talking about quality. It’s cold, crisp and bubbly.
So many times, I order a draft beer at a local dive bar — not one in particular, but I have witnessed many with this problem — and it’s either skunky or warm. And when it’s skunky, it’s a clear sign that they do not clean their tap lines as often as they should — if they even ever clean them in the first place.
So why BW3’s? I’m guessing as a chain restaurant, they are required by the company to strictly follow regulations and rules, like daily cleaning of the tap lines. And I’m guessing they have to test the temperature of their beer every day as well.
I’m not saying go here instead of haunting your favorite local bar, I’m just bringing up the point that maybe some local bars should pay more attention to their draft beer and its quality.
I do have a liquid thermometer … maybe I should start bringing it with me and reporting the beer temperatures from bar to bar. I think I did a story on that once for LEO, or maybe it was Insider — trying to find the city’s coldest beer. I believe Joe’s Older Than Dirt won the top spot.
Inhaling Ben & Jerry.
Well, I survived another Forecastle weekend and didn’t even have to make a trip to Molly Mountain to have a good time. Of course I had my fair share of beer and bourbon, and I even rode the viking ship that was new this year.
Highlights included Margo Price, limes in my Dos XX, Jenny Lewis, two scoops of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream on National Ice Cream Day, Maiden Radio with guests like Ben Sollee and Tyrone Cotton, tasting the 2002 Old Forester Birthday Bourbon, Courtney Barnett, more Four Roses swag, and Arcade Fire.
It was hot, it was hotter and it was hottest when the sun was out — which was Saturday.
I’m having a hard time getting all my joints to function properly today, but I take that as a sign of a successful music festival.
Beer Special!!!
I’ve got another scoop/secret for you, so thank your lucky stars you came to this page today — and if you didn’t, it’s your loss.
The dive bar near my house, Tim Tam Tavern, is offering up all their beers today — Friday, July 6 — for $2.25. I’m going to say it again: Until they close tonight, ALL BEERS are $2.25.
That’s Corona, Blue Moon, West Sixth, Yuengling, New Belgium, all your domestics, etc., etc. It’s their way of saying thanks to cool people like us.
And while you’re there, munch on some Danny Mac’s pizza.
That’s my plan tonight.
See ya there.
Oh yeah, Tim Tam’s is located at 1022 Clarks Lane.
Yes! In my mouth.
I wrote a thing about some things.
Or …
Hey, I wrote a column about the six best cold treats in town to help you stay cool!
Read it here and let me know your thoughts.
And if anyone wants to go with me to grab another scoop of Rocky Road, just holler! It’s not too far from my work.
