Monday, April 6, 2009
Drinks Beer, How I Love Thee. Let Me Count the Ways.
Posted by Carrington Fox on Mon, Apr 6, 2009 at 6:00 AM
As if the Skinny Bob's Meat Melt at Shenanigan's in Sewanee, Tenn., wasn't already exquisite this weekend, it was made perfect by the Mason jar of Sam Adams that accompanied it.
Beer in a Mason jar. Bliss.
I can't think of anything I like more than beer in a jar than maybe, well, beer in a bottle.
From the wide mouth of a jar, the cold amber wave sloshes onto your upper lip with the welcome reassurance that there is just so much more beer left to drink.
On the other hand, from the narrow neck of a bottle, that first frosty swig jets onto your tongue with a whoosh of tight bubbles, like a grateful genie who has been waiting to be set free.
As for which is better--beer in a jar or beer in a bottle--it's a toss-up. Hell, I even love beer in a glass. I just really like beer--especially on a Saturday afternoon.
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When you're drunk at Shenanigans, does the building seem like it's leaning more?
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No, I had never seen it before. It sure looked cute, though. How long has it been there?
Yes I was there, but didn't make it to Shenanigans this weekend. Even though Lent is almost over and they have great veggie deals, the lure of Skinny Bob's siren-like cry is too powerful for me to set foot inside the crooked door jamb until the Easter Bunny has left his droppings.
I did ride by on my bike around 11:00 if you saw somebody with a Stanford cycling jersey bleeding from the ears after climbing the mountain from Cowan.
Crust is good, but be prepared for a walletectomy. They're pretty proud of their pies.
They finally started demolishing the burnt part of Pearls last week. I'm hoping that's a good sign and not a bad one.
We'll have to have a Bites weekend on the mountain some time this summer.
Carrington, I think in a past life we must have been related.
The only thing better than an afternoon spent in the way you describe is when someone else, someone you don't see often and with whom you have little bonding and even less chance of either reciprocity or pesky guilt, suddenly gets up and says with a swoop of their hand toward the check for the entire party, "I'll get this, I can't think of when I've had a better time."
SL -- So true. I only wish I had been that person this weekend. That would have been the coolest $30 I'd ever spent. Next time...
Is the Grundy County consensus that Pearl's burned on its own, or did it have some guidance, as is frequently the case up there. My ex-step-father was an electrical inspector up there, and he was very familiar with arson-as-revenge. His own house was torched by an angry husband.
Local scuttlebutt is that someone broke into the office to steal the checkbook and burnt it to cover his tracks. That's why the kitchen/dining area was much less damaged.
We'll take a picnic from the Blue Chair and a bottle from the Monteagle Wine Cellars(ugh)and picnic on the pine straw near the cremains during the Bites retreat.
Then we'll hike the Perimeter Trail.
I still can't figure out how they got the Monteagle Piggly Wiggly to burn, that time in the mid-90s -- not long after a hempen homespun facing trial in Altamont burnt down the Grundy courthouse to make his troubles go away.
Speaking of redneck mayhem, I saw an appeals court decision today involving Pete and Pat Bondurant. That's a pair of 500-pound rapist/murderers you haven't heard from in a while, no?
(The court turned down Pete's appeal. Pat's still on death row for an episode in which he caught a man cheating at cards and beat him to death with a child's rocking chair, continuing to pummel the guy for a half-hour after he died.)
