![]() I love a juke box, especially when there’s talent making playlists. The bar itself was clean, and like I said well-lit.It wasn’t bright or anything, just strategically lit. There was singing, there was drinking, there was mega touching, there was laughing, there was gossip, there were wild animals (not in the bar, in video – unless it’s The Dog Bar, if there were animals in the bar, I’d be out). So, anyone who knows me knows this was a good night. A good night, by definition is a compilation of random events. ![]() OK, so let’s back up.I feel like I’ve veered way off course. And then an interesting must-see involving water buffalo, lions and a crocodile. We also had a fun sidebar watching giraffes running on YouTube. But I think the pleasure would have shone through totally sober. All of this came together with bar flair. What else! OH! How could I forget the limp dick?!? Our legit bartender hooked us up with some shots that JNet and I coined “the limp dick.” A fresh combination of Stoli, UV Blue, sour, Sprite, Red Bull and grenadine. It’s the same phenomenon as thinking you can dance when you’re drunk. And that’s when I found out there was a juke box in this joint! HELL YEAH! Even though Jeanette and I were packing up shop, headed home, we did order another beer. All bets out?Īt some point Jeanette’s friends joined us. Want to bet now on whether it got made? Everyone? Place your bets. It felt like it was about 6:30 all night. I see why it’s called a quarter muncher! Step away from the Megatouch.Īt some point in the night we both looked at our phones and realized it was after 10PM. After all I’d taken Jeanette’s El Mexico virginity mere minutes (or hours, who really knows) earlier. I’d never mega touched anything before, but was excited to lose my virginity. After a few beers we moved onto the “Quarter Muncher” also known to a select few as the Megatouch. Friendly, attentive bartender who was conversational enough without interrupting our gossip. We decided unequivocally we loved this place. Work’s enough work without being hungover. Even though it WAS Whiskey Wednesday, we were pretty sure whiskey would be a nightmare of a next day work hangover. We took our rightful spot at the side of the bar, no scooching necessary. ![]() Come on.” But, in this case, scooching abound! Yes, I will call you people my friends. You guys’ll scooch, won’t you? Let’s try scooching! Come on. As we learned from Ross on Friends (we all know Friends imitates life), it’s not always easy to get people to scooch… “Come on. Patrons even offered to move so we could sit front and center. ![]() We walked into Whiskey Dicks and headed bartop. So, there we were, right? On South Seneca. What girl doesn’t want a little whiskey dick in her life? Oh, wait. A few of my uncles even lived in the apartment over the store. ![]() My curiosity stemmed from knowing my great aunt and uncle used to own the building and run a grocery store in it. I’ll admit I have wanted to go there for about a year, before it was Whiskey Dicks (when it was Old English Pub), so I’m amped that it’s my VERY FIRST bar review. Homemade Fresh-Churned Butter and Buttermilk (Plus- Homemade Ranch Dressing!)Īfter a delicious dinner at El Mexico, Jeanette and I headed down (or would it be up? probably up) the street for drinks at Whiskey Dicks. ![]()
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