The other day I ended visiting one of my favorites – The Crocodile Lounge (14th btwn 1st & 2nd) , a divy bar with it own pizzeria that gives you a free mini pizza for every purchased drink and has cans of Dale’s Pale Ale, straight out of Lyons, CO. Not consistent with its diviness, this fine watering hole does not have PBR. But after speaking to the bartender, I was able to find out that actually one of the Pabst sales rep has come by last week and, as the result, The Crocodile Lounge could start serving “best beer for the buck” to complement the pizza in the near future.
That’s not the end of it however. Continue reading
Brandy's on E. 84th
Just as an addendum the the last week’s post, I would like to mention “Brandy’s Piano Bar” on East 84th street. Even though the bar does not have Pabst and has a two drink minimum for the patrons, the establishment is one of the New York best piano dives carefully tucked away in the neighborhoody area of the town. Continue reading
As some of you might know, I just recently moved to a neighborhood in Brooklyn so naturally not knowing the area I had to find a “go to” store where I’ll be able to get Pabst for over the next 11.5 months. The search has proven to be not as easy as I anticipated.
First, the grocery cooperative I am a part of in Park Slope does not carry any sub quality brew (the store actually happens to carry the spectacular Dale’s Pale Ale). Thus the place where I get groceries and work for 2 hours every month had to be crossed off the list. However, one of the advantages of being a member of the co-op is you can request items, so perhaps an inquiry shall be made at a later date.
Since the co-op did not carry the beer, I had to revert to exploring corner stores, which are so common in Brooklyn. The closest store to my brownstone, “Ace Supermarket”, was just right around the corner. The storefront looked promising, with combination of beer posters and stickers all over it. It should be noted that Pabst sticker did occupy a prominent place among this collection of posters. However, upon further examination, Pabst was nowhere to be found within the store. I did go to the extent of calling the store owner out about the false advertising, but the only response I got was a surprisingly polite gesture showing me the exit.
So after the frustrating experience in the “Ace Supermarket”, I moved on onto “Key Food.” This store actually resembled a supermarket I got so accustomed to living in Denver for 10 years. The store was larger than the average NYC shop and organized in a manner any Safeway would with well lit isles and many familiar brands. After searching through stacks of processed foods, I finally stumbled upon the beer isle. At first, PBR was nowhere to be found, but after a closer look, I finally found a 12-pack stashed away under the several six packs of Dog Fish brews. On the side note, it did seem as the store was embarrassed to show that they carried Pabst. All in all, $7.99 later, I proudly carried my first 12-pack in Park Slope out of the store. Bingo!
A GREEN LIGHT on “Key Food”:
THE BLACKLIST so far:
Park Slope Food Coop
The Corner Store
Source: Accidental Russo
Apparently, Delta Airlines only serves Heineken, Amstel Light, Miller Light, and other similar sub-par beverages on their flights. To no surprise, Pabst is not served.
On the other note, last Thursday, Delta’s check-in area at JFK resembled an 11th century Persian poultry bazaar.
Ironically and unfortunately for me, Tyler, my buddy from work who held the draft at his place, had a party a Saturday before the draft and as a result he had one full keg of Coors Light left over. On any other occasion, I would have taken a full advantage of the free adult beverage on tap, but this time I had to look for other alternatives.
After playing out several scenarios in my head, including the one where I would run out and get a six pack for myself and then pretend like it was not a big deal, I finally decided that in order to make it interesting, I would have to make up a rule to follow.
As the result, that night, I decided to stick to two rules. First, I would not tell anyone about the Pabst diet and second I would not resort to BS’ing to back up the fact that I was the only one drinking tap water out of a Coors beer cup.
To my disappointment, nothing worthy to write about had happened, but I decided that every now and then I will come up with some outrageous rule to follow when Pabst is not on tap.
As far as the draft is concerned, I ended up picking up AP, Antonio Gates, Steve Slaton, and Wes Welker for my squad in the league with the max payout of $750.