01-12-2020, 01:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-12-2020, 01:14 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Last call for Seabright brewery. Just read in the Good Times that it’s up for sale.
It opened when I was here 30+ years ago for grad school. It became a local for the grad students.
When I moved back. I was delighted to find that it was just a short walk from our bungalow. For the first year or so back, Jingles & I would go for Happy hour pretty regularly. He didn’t care for it. The patio was dog-friendly but when you’re a mild mannered pom, bigger dogs suck. But he’d come because I’d always share my appetizer - the salmon or calamari bites, which were excellent. I’d get the special, or their oatmeal stout, which is award-winning and rightly so. Once one of my partners-in-crime drank me under the table after over a pitcher each. He drove home (a talent of being alcoholic?) I stumbled back to our bungalow with massive spins and collapsed on the sofa. It’s the drunkest my daughter ever saw me, I think. A shining example of why you should t drink too much. At least I didn’t puke (at least, I don’t remember that).
I stopped going a few years back because it was pricey and not gluten-free friendly for Stacy, then I stopped drinking beer and their whiskey selection is mediocre.
Before it changes ownership, I’ll have to go for one last calamari Sammie. They do those well in that fatty beer food sorta way.
It opened when I was here 30+ years ago for grad school. It became a local for the grad students.
When I moved back. I was delighted to find that it was just a short walk from our bungalow. For the first year or so back, Jingles & I would go for Happy hour pretty regularly. He didn’t care for it. The patio was dog-friendly but when you’re a mild mannered pom, bigger dogs suck. But he’d come because I’d always share my appetizer - the salmon or calamari bites, which were excellent. I’d get the special, or their oatmeal stout, which is award-winning and rightly so. Once one of my partners-in-crime drank me under the table after over a pitcher each. He drove home (a talent of being alcoholic?) I stumbled back to our bungalow with massive spins and collapsed on the sofa. It’s the drunkest my daughter ever saw me, I think. A shining example of why you should t drink too much. At least I didn’t puke (at least, I don’t remember that).
I stopped going a few years back because it was pricey and not gluten-free friendly for Stacy, then I stopped drinking beer and their whiskey selection is mediocre.
Before it changes ownership, I’ll have to go for one last calamari Sammie. They do those well in that fatty beer food sorta way.
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