Happy? Hour

If you’re gonna buy a beer, buy it from your neighbor. 

Tonight I met some friends for happy hour.  I’ve wanted to hit the Crosstown Station again for a while now, and was pleased to suggest it as tonight’s after work rendezvous.

Although the company of my friends is all I really need to make for a happy hour, I do welcome the back beat of a busy bar.  Empty establishments make me feel like I’m being watched.

Unfortunately, busy was not the case at the Station this evening.  I was disappointed to count only a few patrons during my visit, making my beer bittersweet at best. 

The economy may have been the answer for the loneliness tonight, but I think three patrons, two dollar beers and one lonely bartender was par for the course.

More and more I find myself trying to spend my money at locally owned businesses.  I’m perplexed when I drive by a “Neighborhood Bar & Grill^TM” and see it bursting at the seams, while our neighbors’ bars and grills struggle to get by.

In my experience quality comes from the heart, not the microwave.  Buy local.  It will make you smile.

February 23rd, 2009