this past weekend i got the chance to share a drink with my brother and two of my favorite friends, anne and lindsey. our adventure took us to a bar, nay saloon, we used to go to so frequently not only does the bartender know our name, so does the wait staff, the busboy, the bouncer, the local gin-soaked drunks, etc. we’ve often joked that there should be plaques on our chairs by the bar as it’s well-known to most where we like to park it.
without fail, our orders are mixed before we get a chance to sit down. interestingly enough we went there because anne and i had serious cravings for their buffalo chicken salads. these salads should be considered a controlled substance, because as lame as it may look to order a SALAD at a BAR, they’re beyond delicious—they’re tongue numbingly tasty.
I LOVE this place. in a town that's bloated with conspicuous consumption and brimming with fashion conscious drones (just my opinion), this bar has remained an impenetrable force of “chill”. it reminds me of a time before the 100k SUVs were parked in every spot and chain coffee shops took root on every corner. very few things have changed, the floor’s really dirty, the food’s really good and the bartenders are snarky and funny as hell, it's hard not to love that.
the four of us sit and start to reminisce, poking fun at how old we feel in a bar filled with people we probably babysat for at one time or another. 1 jack and coke turns into many more, and we sit back and enjoy the view. there are not many people or places that are the equivalent of “comfort food”, but this weekend i was home in the simplest sense of the word. my guard was down my laughs were loud and my smile wrapped around my face.
i miss my friends in CT, i love them and when i get the chance to visit its such a treat. i return to the city exhausted but somehow refreshed and recharged.
