Last night I went to a bar for the first time in probably 15 years. I have to say...they haven't changed much. Granted this one is sort of a throw back type place, and I don't mean that in a cool, CBGB & OMFUG type way. It really wasn't bad, it was just a bar.
We were celebrating the birthday of one of my (young) friends at Pilot's Pub on Congress. They said I should meet them upstairs, which I did after only a small anxiety attack. Fortunately the staircase is just inside the front doors so I didn't have to wander too far into the main bar area. Not that that's a bad thing, I'm just well aware that I'm, uh, a year or two older than most of the bar patrons in this college town. It really doesn't bother me, but it seems like every time I make eye contact with someone they get that deer in the headlights look on their face as if I've been sent by their mother to check up on them.
When I got upstairs, it appeared to be nothing more than a long hallway lined with heavy closed doors with electronic keypad locks on them. I thought, "Oh dear God, what kind of place is this?!" Then I found a set of double doors that opened into another bar area that wasn't as scary as I thought it would be. I really half expected to be required to give someone the secret password before they'd let me enter.
Since I don't drink (anymore) I asked for a bottle of water and got a nice cold bottle of Kentwood Springs filtered tap water. It was $1.50 for this same water that I buy by the case at Winn Dixie for $4.50. Thank God I didn't ask for what I really wanted which was a Pellegrino. I can imagine what that conversation would have looked like: "Pellegrino...it's carbonated water...P E L L E...no, club soda won't do...it's like Perrier...P E R R I..."
Part of the Pilot's Pub thing is "having hot girls serve great drinks in a cool atmosphere". I got that straight from their website. All I can say is...don't expect too much. All of the girls were really sweet but it sort of reminded me of my first trip to Hooter's. I expected to see what I've seen on television: chicken wings served by porn stars. I've been to several different Hooter's restaurants now (they really do have good wings) and have yet to see anything remotely resembling a porn star. Yes, the girls wear the tight, skimpy little outfits but most of them have no business doing so. If you've got a little belly, that's okay. I've got a little belly. But for the love of God and everything holy, don't parade it around in spandex that's 2 sizes too small.
The Pilot's Pub jukebox had the same selection of standard bar music found in jukeboxes 20 years ago so that was good, I knew all the songs. The only thing that was really different was the dog who came to our table for a visit. Apparently, it's a pet friendly place. Odd.
I had a good time with great friends and after two showers I think I've finally managed to get the bar smell out of my hair.