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If you’re looking for a place to have a quiet, intimate evening, DO NOT go to Blind Lady Ale House. But if you're looking for a first stop on a night of wild adventures, BLAH is your man – so to speak. It’s loud and casual, the tables are communal, and the beer is aplenty. It's the kind of place that gets you amped up for whatever else the evening might bring.
Last Saturday, my running buddy and I ordered our pizza and beers at the bar and then snagged stools at one of the tall communal bar tables. Our tastes in beer are quite divergent: She prefers the bitter stuff and ordered the Coronado Black IPA. I like it wheaty and went for the Hangar 24 Orange Wheat. We were, however, curious, and so we exchanged sips, which resulted in both of us making grossed-out faces at each other’s choice.
Although our tastes for beer are at opposite ends of the spectrum, we are both salt fiends. The Bianca al Prosciutto pizza ($13) and the Belgian Frites ($5.50) with Truffle oil and Parmigiano Reggiano (add $2) were easy choices.
Besides the joy of good food and beer, we also got to know our tablemates fairly well. Jim and Zina met at an Ugly Sweater Party and were currently on date number two. Jim drank a Belgian Tripel, and Zina’s St. Louis Framboise lambic (or Belgian fruit beer) was so pungent it filled the air around us with the scent of raspberries.
Jim even ate some of our fries. How’s that for intimacy with strangers?
Almost a week later, I'm still thinking about that pizza and those fries. We definitely could have downed two of each. Were we boys instead of the dainty ladies we pretended to be that night, we would have.
If you’re looking for a place to have a quiet, intimate evening, DO NOT go to Blind Lady Ale House. But if you're looking for a first stop on a night of wild adventures, BLAH is your man – so to speak. It’s loud and casual, the tables are communal, and the beer is aplenty. It's the kind of place that gets you amped up for whatever else the evening might bring.
Last Saturday, my running buddy and I ordered our pizza and beers at the bar and then snagged stools at one of the tall communal bar tables. Our tastes in beer are quite divergent: She prefers the bitter stuff and ordered the Coronado Black IPA. I like it wheaty and went for the Hangar 24 Orange Wheat. We were, however, curious, and so we exchanged sips, which resulted in both of us making grossed-out faces at each other’s choice.
Although our tastes for beer are at opposite ends of the spectrum, we are both salt fiends. The Bianca al Prosciutto pizza ($13) and the Belgian Frites ($5.50) with Truffle oil and Parmigiano Reggiano (add $2) were easy choices.
Besides the joy of good food and beer, we also got to know our tablemates fairly well. Jim and Zina met at an Ugly Sweater Party and were currently on date number two. Jim drank a Belgian Tripel, and Zina’s St. Louis Framboise lambic (or Belgian fruit beer) was so pungent it filled the air around us with the scent of raspberries.
Jim even ate some of our fries. How’s that for intimacy with strangers?
Almost a week later, I'm still thinking about that pizza and those fries. We definitely could have downed two of each. Were we boys instead of the dainty ladies we pretended to be that night, we would have.