I want to give a shout out to two fellow bloggers.
Lucy Wehking and Christine Tracy. Their blogs are very well done. Give them a look. Hopefully mine will be as good as theirs one day......one can only dream.
Monday, September 20
Tuesday, September 14
The MACK
The Mack Bar and Grill is located on Macklind and Devonshire in South City. This place is one of the best places to pick up bar food. It has the best wings, the best pizza nd the best chicken fingers. Yeah I know what you're thinking, its kind of hard to find a bad one...all taste the same right? FALSE. Best ever. The Mack is a dive. The Mack is a damn good dive.
-I am walking along the sidewalk of Macklind I notice that its actually starting to get a little cold out and that it looks like it might rain. I make a right and turn into the open door of the bar and grill, and take a seat at one of the 5 or 6 tall tops on the bar side. I give a look around and see the great mix of people you always want to see at a place like this. You have the regulars drinking their Busch Heavys and wearing the same hat they've been wearing for the last 20 years. I can hear them talking about their women conquers and their drunken stories of old. You also have the young adult crowd that are slowly moving more and more closer to the area. And finally you have the 65 year old runners coming in to put the calories back on that they've just burnt off.
-As I am waiting for the older brother I decided to order a bucket of Budweiser and some wings with Ranch. The bucket only cost 10 bucks which is a steal nowadays. The brother walks in and then the wings arrive in a timely manner. The wings are cooked perfectly which gives them that awesome crunch that you need in a wing. The wing sauce is that perfect balance between hot and sweet. I could use a little bit more heat in sauce but I love spicy things. After we finish off the wings we order a 14in Supreme Pizza. This is the first time I am going to have a pizza here and I am usually tentative about ordering a pizza in a bar. But my brother swears by it. Unlike the wings the pizza takes forever. The waitress/bartender is the only one working the two rooms in the place. She is running around taking orders, making drinks, and running food all at the same time. She comes over to us and apologizes for the wait and offers us a free shot, which we of course take.
-Finally the lovely thing gets her and it is beautiful. Thin crust topped with hamburger, sausage, pepperoni, green peppers and onions. It was just the right amount. The cheese is almost like Imo's but I think it is a little bit better. All in all the best pizza in St. Louis. No joke. The meal was rushed but it was really soul satisfying. If you are ever in the area, stop here to eat and have a cold one. They have plenty of flat screens and plenty of seating. The Mack is one of South City's best kept secrets.
"And That's a Winner..."
-I am walking along the sidewalk of Macklind I notice that its actually starting to get a little cold out and that it looks like it might rain. I make a right and turn into the open door of the bar and grill, and take a seat at one of the 5 or 6 tall tops on the bar side. I give a look around and see the great mix of people you always want to see at a place like this. You have the regulars drinking their Busch Heavys and wearing the same hat they've been wearing for the last 20 years. I can hear them talking about their women conquers and their drunken stories of old. You also have the young adult crowd that are slowly moving more and more closer to the area. And finally you have the 65 year old runners coming in to put the calories back on that they've just burnt off.
-As I am waiting for the older brother I decided to order a bucket of Budweiser and some wings with Ranch. The bucket only cost 10 bucks which is a steal nowadays. The brother walks in and then the wings arrive in a timely manner. The wings are cooked perfectly which gives them that awesome crunch that you need in a wing. The wing sauce is that perfect balance between hot and sweet. I could use a little bit more heat in sauce but I love spicy things. After we finish off the wings we order a 14in Supreme Pizza. This is the first time I am going to have a pizza here and I am usually tentative about ordering a pizza in a bar. But my brother swears by it. Unlike the wings the pizza takes forever. The waitress/bartender is the only one working the two rooms in the place. She is running around taking orders, making drinks, and running food all at the same time. She comes over to us and apologizes for the wait and offers us a free shot, which we of course take.
-Finally the lovely thing gets her and it is beautiful. Thin crust topped with hamburger, sausage, pepperoni, green peppers and onions. It was just the right amount. The cheese is almost like Imo's but I think it is a little bit better. All in all the best pizza in St. Louis. No joke. The meal was rushed but it was really soul satisfying. If you are ever in the area, stop here to eat and have a cold one. They have plenty of flat screens and plenty of seating. The Mack is one of South City's best kept secrets.
"And That's a Winner..."
Wednesday, September 8
The Arch = Bad Ass
-Ever since I was little I thought that the Arch was the coolest thing ever. These pictures just amaze me on how they built the Gateway to the West. Construction started on February 12, 1963 and was finished on October 28, 1965.
-Was I the only one that didn't know that the Arch was as wide as it is tall? 630 ft! Doesn't seem that way up close. Maybe it does...I haven't been up in the Arch since I was a Cub Scout. Yeah, I was a Cub Scout...Represent!
-Some people think that the Arch isn't anything special but its the tallest monument in the U.S. The Arch is an amazing example of engineering and construction. And I'm proud that its in our fair city. Its the bad ass of all the other monuments.
"And That's a Winner..."
Tuesday, September 7
A Bud Ice at 10:30? Why Not!
-I was going to try and write a second part to my preview of this past weekend but got too busy. Please forgive me. So this entry is about Saturday and all it's glory...
- My alarm goes off at 7:30 a.m. and as I'm reaching over to shut the damn thing up, I knock it on the floor and a few curse words stream out of my mouth. Everyone else is starting to move around a little bit, my head hurts like hell. Like always I double check my phone to make sure I didn't send any stupid text messages the night before. I didn't, Thank the Lord. I get up off the wonderful couch and reach my arms up as high as I can. I get a head rush and fall back on the couch. The "mother" of the group goes and gets dough nuts and H20 for us. After a shower, I feel like a million bucks and the day starts....
- Tailgating is probably my most favorite thing to do and Saturday's did not disappoint. We got to the tailgate around 10:30 and I was already feeling a little bit tipsy, J-Kwon style. Right when I got there I saw the MQP boys. Its always good to share a beer with those boys every now and then. Wish it happened more. All of a sudden I was handed a Bud Ice, worst idea ever. Bud Ice my friends, is terrible. It tasted like drinking really cold bath water! AH! A couple minutes later I was given a Bud Select and I was saved. Pictures were taken and akward hugs were exchanged. It was now 11:30. Game time. Peace out Phi Kapps.
- The game started off on the wrong foot. The Illini ate up most of the 1st quarter and kicked a field goal with about 4 mins left. Blaine Gabbert looked a little off in the first half. He made a lot of throws off his back foot and threw across the field a little too much. Has anyone noticed that Mizzou QBs look like they already know who they're going to throw to before they even leave the huddle? They never scan the field or read the defense! This angers Matt to no end. But any way, the first half was all Illinois. I was worried. Mizzou wasn't showing us the offense that we have gotten used to over the last 5 years. We were down 13-3 at half. It just seemed strange. But thank god the second half was a different story. Gabbert looked like his old self and Mizzou finally scored a touchdown with its first drive in the second half. Mizzou won the game by shutting Illinois out the rest of the way and won 23-13.
- After the game we went to Over Under, which is a pretty cool place. It's got a nice patio and probably one of the nicest wait staff I have ever met at a bar. We got a drink and decided to walk all the way to the landing. Damn that was a long walk. Don't ever do it in flip flops. And then, back to Over Under again. I went to that place 3 times in 20 hrs. Unreal. After a little while I had to take a nap. I woke up after an hour and went back at it. Over Under again and to the Dubliner of course. Budweisers and Cherry Bombs all night long. I am sooo tired. Finally after being up for 18 hours I had to call it a night. It was a great weekend. Missed some people on Saturday but it was still a blast. Nothing like a two day hangover.
"And That's a Winner..."
- My alarm goes off at 7:30 a.m. and as I'm reaching over to shut the damn thing up, I knock it on the floor and a few curse words stream out of my mouth. Everyone else is starting to move around a little bit, my head hurts like hell. Like always I double check my phone to make sure I didn't send any stupid text messages the night before. I didn't, Thank the Lord. I get up off the wonderful couch and reach my arms up as high as I can. I get a head rush and fall back on the couch. The "mother" of the group goes and gets dough nuts and H20 for us. After a shower, I feel like a million bucks and the day starts....
- Tailgating is probably my most favorite thing to do and Saturday's did not disappoint. We got to the tailgate around 10:30 and I was already feeling a little bit tipsy, J-Kwon style. Right when I got there I saw the MQP boys. Its always good to share a beer with those boys every now and then. Wish it happened more. All of a sudden I was handed a Bud Ice, worst idea ever. Bud Ice my friends, is terrible. It tasted like drinking really cold bath water! AH! A couple minutes later I was given a Bud Select and I was saved. Pictures were taken and akward hugs were exchanged. It was now 11:30. Game time. Peace out Phi Kapps.
- The game started off on the wrong foot. The Illini ate up most of the 1st quarter and kicked a field goal with about 4 mins left. Blaine Gabbert looked a little off in the first half. He made a lot of throws off his back foot and threw across the field a little too much. Has anyone noticed that Mizzou QBs look like they already know who they're going to throw to before they even leave the huddle? They never scan the field or read the defense! This angers Matt to no end. But any way, the first half was all Illinois. I was worried. Mizzou wasn't showing us the offense that we have gotten used to over the last 5 years. We were down 13-3 at half. It just seemed strange. But thank god the second half was a different story. Gabbert looked like his old self and Mizzou finally scored a touchdown with its first drive in the second half. Mizzou won the game by shutting Illinois out the rest of the way and won 23-13.
- After the game we went to Over Under, which is a pretty cool place. It's got a nice patio and probably one of the nicest wait staff I have ever met at a bar. We got a drink and decided to walk all the way to the landing. Damn that was a long walk. Don't ever do it in flip flops. And then, back to Over Under again. I went to that place 3 times in 20 hrs. Unreal. After a little while I had to take a nap. I woke up after an hour and went back at it. Over Under again and to the Dubliner of course. Budweisers and Cherry Bombs all night long. I am sooo tired. Finally after being up for 18 hours I had to call it a night. It was a great weekend. Missed some people on Saturday but it was still a blast. Nothing like a two day hangover.
"And That's a Winner..."
Wednesday, September 1
Preview of the Weekend to Come. Part 1
-This weekend has the chance to be an epic one. Since I've been back in the Lou for about two weeks now I haven't been downtown yet. I haven't been to the lovely Washington Ave. I haven't put my hands on the sticky gun of the Big Buck Hunter machine at Jack Patrick's (If you haven't been there yet, go. Probably the most underrated bar downtown). I haven't slept on the couch that's located on 10th and Olive. I haven't been to the crowded Dubliner either. Hopefully that will change this weekend. Here is what I'm hoping will happen:
Friday Night
- I hop in the old car after work, feet and back hurt like hell, and look at my watch and it says 9:45, its early. I grab my phone and give Chris a call to warn him I am coming down. He answers with the normal, "Hello Brother" and I give the standard scream back; "AHHHHH!". I tell him I'm at 40 d Ballas and that I'll be there in 15. I take a sip out of my roadie soadie and turn up the volume on Grey Street by DMB live at Busch Stadium. I am hoping for a great night because I need it. I want to be with a good group and I want to laugh a lot. It could happen. A lot of Mizzou people are in so its going to be a busy night. I get to Chris's and run up the stairs with my back pack and case of Bud Select. I swing open the door and Reggie comes charging at me, I dive on the floor and let him lick and bark at me. It's going to be a good night.
- I change quickly and grab a beer and ask what's the plan tonight...no one knows. Calls and texts are made to see where everybody is and what they're doing. This is my least favorite part of any night. Chris and I decided to go to Jack Patrick's and have a few beers and a Cherry Bomb and of course, play some Big Buck Hunter. Chris gets a text from his woman and we head off to the Dubliner at 11:30. I give my ID to the bouncer and he gives me a look like, "You've got to be kidding me." We immediately head up the stairs to the second bar. I see a lot of Mizzou people that I know but don't know well. I look around and see that this is going to be fun. Rounds of beers and shots are bought by random people. People are getting more jolly and more drunk. The discussions get more open and more outrageous. It reaches around 1:00 and we decided to call it a night due to the fact that its gonna be an early morning because the the football game is at 11:30. We get to his place and I run up the stairs like I always do and dart to the couch. Tomorrow is going to be even better. I close my eyes and pass out.
Part 2 coming soon.
"And That's a winner..."
Friday Night
- I hop in the old car after work, feet and back hurt like hell, and look at my watch and it says 9:45, its early. I grab my phone and give Chris a call to warn him I am coming down. He answers with the normal, "Hello Brother" and I give the standard scream back; "AHHHHH!". I tell him I'm at 40 d Ballas and that I'll be there in 15. I take a sip out of my roadie soadie and turn up the volume on Grey Street by DMB live at Busch Stadium. I am hoping for a great night because I need it. I want to be with a good group and I want to laugh a lot. It could happen. A lot of Mizzou people are in so its going to be a busy night. I get to Chris's and run up the stairs with my back pack and case of Bud Select. I swing open the door and Reggie comes charging at me, I dive on the floor and let him lick and bark at me. It's going to be a good night.
- I change quickly and grab a beer and ask what's the plan tonight...no one knows. Calls and texts are made to see where everybody is and what they're doing. This is my least favorite part of any night. Chris and I decided to go to Jack Patrick's and have a few beers and a Cherry Bomb and of course, play some Big Buck Hunter. Chris gets a text from his woman and we head off to the Dubliner at 11:30. I give my ID to the bouncer and he gives me a look like, "You've got to be kidding me." We immediately head up the stairs to the second bar. I see a lot of Mizzou people that I know but don't know well. I look around and see that this is going to be fun. Rounds of beers and shots are bought by random people. People are getting more jolly and more drunk. The discussions get more open and more outrageous. It reaches around 1:00 and we decided to call it a night due to the fact that its gonna be an early morning because the the football game is at 11:30. We get to his place and I run up the stairs like I always do and dart to the couch. Tomorrow is going to be even better. I close my eyes and pass out.
Part 2 coming soon.
"And That's a winner..."
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