Work has been driving me nuts lately. Deadlines. Figures. More deadlines. And egos.
Luckily, I'm not alone.
And lucky for us, there's Kitty's Bar in Emeryville. It's down the street from my office, on the way home and offers $2 on-tap PBRs (Pabst Blue Ribbon). I've recently found out that Pabst Blue Ribbon is one of the oldest breweries in th U.S. (160 years and going strong) I just think it's awesomely good cheap beer.
The best part is that it's not brewed by Anheuser-Busch. (My headache today was caused by that company and their media company. Fucking piss-water beer.)
I can't say that I actually drank PBR before I moved out to the East Bay. I was a spoiled brat who drank $4 Bass Ale (Anheuser-Busch). But that's all we drink now a days when we go out. It's cheaper than the friggin' $10 mojitos at Kitty's.
Yet, that seems to be the house drink. Well, at least for all the non-fashionable geezers getting pages on their beepers from 1999. I love mojitos as much as the next person, but seriously, they're not cool. (Unless you order them with raspberries.)
But it's a hidden cool old warehouse with a heated patio and cool beats. And even thought I'm sure they were playing Hall and Oates for the over-40 crowd that was drinking mojitos as if the lime juice was poured from the fountain of youth.
And for being called Kitty's, it's patrons like to bring their mini-dogs and show them off in their little sweaters and accessories. It's somewhat pathetic and sad at the same time, which always reminds me of my mantra: "Hope I die before I get old."
Luckily, I'm not alone.
And lucky for us, there's Kitty's Bar in Emeryville. It's down the street from my office, on the way home and offers $2 on-tap PBRs (Pabst Blue Ribbon). I've recently found out that Pabst Blue Ribbon is one of the oldest breweries in th U.S. (160 years and going strong) I just think it's awesomely good cheap beer.
The best part is that it's not brewed by Anheuser-Busch. (My headache today was caused by that company and their media company. Fucking piss-water beer.)
I can't say that I actually drank PBR before I moved out to the East Bay. I was a spoiled brat who drank $4 Bass Ale (Anheuser-Busch). But that's all we drink now a days when we go out. It's cheaper than the friggin' $10 mojitos at Kitty's.
Yet, that seems to be the house drink. Well, at least for all the non-fashionable geezers getting pages on their beepers from 1999. I love mojitos as much as the next person, but seriously, they're not cool. (Unless you order them with raspberries.)
But it's a hidden cool old warehouse with a heated patio and cool beats. And even thought I'm sure they were playing Hall and Oates for the over-40 crowd that was drinking mojitos as if the lime juice was poured from the fountain of youth.
And for being called Kitty's, it's patrons like to bring their mini-dogs and show them off in their little sweaters and accessories. It's somewhat pathetic and sad at the same time, which always reminds me of my mantra: "Hope I die before I get old."
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