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Adam Neitzke, who runs The South Park Abbey (1946 Fern Street, 619-696-0096), sits alone at his own bar. Stacked chairs and drop cloths and paint cans surround him.
“Last day,” he says.
This was Tuesday.
Turns out he has closed the corner bar-eatery (“Delicious food/great beer/philanthropy”) to, well, refurbish a bit.
“We just wanted to freshen the place up. Lick of paint on the walls, new track lighting, stuff like that,” he says.
But the news is: he’s just about done.
“Wednesday 14th, we’re back in business.”
So hey, that means by now they're back in business.
Just as well for chicken wing fanatics. I’ve heard more than one person say they’re the tops. ’Course they should be. At nine bucks, we’re talking better-be-triple-cluck gourmet level.
But people say the amount is humungous and the choices big. Like honey habanero, garlic buffalo, also bleu cheese dressing involved if you want. They smoke them “slow and low” till the meat’s fixing to fall off the bone, then once the order is in, they fry till the outside’s crisp, and then coat with the glug of your choice.
Sounds scrumbulicious.
Plus, turns out that the “philanthropy” part of their motto means they give 3 percent of everything you pay to one of their charities. Earth, animals, medical, you choose which one. Is that cool or what?
Guess I gotta try.
My choice: the ones with the “tough guy” sauce. Cost $1 more, but who can pass up the challenge? They say on the menu: “Must sign waiver.”
Some like it hot? Lordy. Itching to try. Should be working. But jes' might talk to Carla.
Maybe she’ll sign a waiver.
(stock photo)
Adam Neitzke, who runs The South Park Abbey (1946 Fern Street, 619-696-0096), sits alone at his own bar. Stacked chairs and drop cloths and paint cans surround him.
“Last day,” he says.
This was Tuesday.
Turns out he has closed the corner bar-eatery (“Delicious food/great beer/philanthropy”) to, well, refurbish a bit.
“We just wanted to freshen the place up. Lick of paint on the walls, new track lighting, stuff like that,” he says.
But the news is: he’s just about done.
“Wednesday 14th, we’re back in business.”
So hey, that means by now they're back in business.
Just as well for chicken wing fanatics. I’ve heard more than one person say they’re the tops. ’Course they should be. At nine bucks, we’re talking better-be-triple-cluck gourmet level.
But people say the amount is humungous and the choices big. Like honey habanero, garlic buffalo, also bleu cheese dressing involved if you want. They smoke them “slow and low” till the meat’s fixing to fall off the bone, then once the order is in, they fry till the outside’s crisp, and then coat with the glug of your choice.
Sounds scrumbulicious.
Plus, turns out that the “philanthropy” part of their motto means they give 3 percent of everything you pay to one of their charities. Earth, animals, medical, you choose which one. Is that cool or what?
Guess I gotta try.
My choice: the ones with the “tough guy” sauce. Cost $1 more, but who can pass up the challenge? They say on the menu: “Must sign waiver.”
Some like it hot? Lordy. Itching to try. Should be working. But jes' might talk to Carla.
Maybe she’ll sign a waiver.
(stock photo)