i’m not much of a beer afficiando (i can count the number of beers i’ve consumed on one hand), but living in the northwest, it’s beer country. boasting a hefty selection of 60 beers on tap and another 300 bottled, the undisputed king of bierhäuses in seattle is none other than brouwer’s in fremont. but what sets brouwer’s apart from its other beer brethren is their delectable flemish menu (beer-braised elk carbonade with a side of frites anyone?), as well as a decent selection of base spirits to keep the brewski-challenged crowd subdued. i’m pretty sure world peace starts here–the perfect place to appease the bipartisan parties of the drinking world.
being that i have a lot of platonic friends of the male persuasion, i often get asked, “why don’t you date so-and-so?” my response: “why don’t you??” while my relationship with these gents may end at “just friends”, i do try my best to use my womanly wiles and wing-(wo)man when possible. one of these such occasions took place at the now defunct triangle lounge in fremont. seething with frat boys and one-liners, this bar was devoid of finesse and craft cocktails (though i did get more action from a girl that my friend was eyeing than he did). a lot has changed since then, and in 2009, a new bar rose like a phoenix out of the traingle’s ashes. with a verbose name of 9 million in unmarked bills, the space has been redecorated with a bonnie and clyde theme and basic cocktail menu. however, it takes more than new wallpaper and tabletops to reinvent a space, and the clientele still smelled of triangle. to worsen what might have been an otherwise mediocre experience, amateur comedy night at 9 mill drove the nail in the coffin. leave it to our very own danish princess and a most excellent story of swans and iphones to salvage the evening with side-splitting laughter and celialove™.
when my friend from atlanta suggested i meet up with his southern-transplanted friend in seattle, i have to admit i was wary, to say the least. meeting someone new without a mutual introduction conjures images of bad blind dates and stilted conversations. regardless, i put my big girl pants on and made plans to meet up for drinks at the red door in fremont. now, this venue boasts a few taboos for me: friday night fratboy epidemics, oblivious blondes obliging afore mentioned fratboys on the outdoor patio, as well as the first location i ever tasted fernet (and hence, memories of lost love). however, what better way to erase old memories than by making some new ones. the evening turned out to be a huge success, for my new friend is fabulous, and i can prove it — what other girl would be getting over bronchitis, love the same music i do, also collect mini-fake food, AND be willing to give fernet a second chance. yes indeed, boys and girls, think twice next time you want to turn down that blind date (friend or otherwise)….you might just find a winner.