1,000. One
thousand. Ten hundreds or one hundred tens. A lot of bloody blog posts.
For this personal milestone I've decided to share a little fantastical
tale for my loyal readers. I call it:
A Perfect Pub
Living
in a sprawling metropolis in this, the Golden Age of Craft Beer, I'm
surrounded by a plethora of good pubs, and a smattering of truly
exceptional ones. But what I want to talk to you about today isn't great
pubs. Rather, I want to muse about MY ideal pub.
Let's
start with the name. Mine would have to be something witty. A play on
words that draws in beer lovers across all ages, races, and genders, but
which dissuades those with a penchant for "lite" beers and white rum
cocktails from darkening its doors. "The Stout Man" and "The Bitter
World" are acceptable candidates, but I think we could go cleverer. Mine
is a place where you can order a Manhattan or a neat bourbon with
impunity, but also one where such orders are anomalous. My pub is for
the craft beer aficionado.
Location, location,
location? Important, but not the chief concern. My pub is simply urban.
Locked in the greater downtown of a large city, near restaurants, rock
bars, and public transit. It's in a walkable neighbourhood--one that's
venerable, but not too hip. Far enough away from the financial centre to
keep the suits at bay, but close to culture and art. I want a place
where a jacket isn't out of place, but jeans and a ball cap work too. A
safe space, I want patrons of all genders and persuasions to feel
welcome and at home while nursing their porters and downing their
doppelbocks. Accessibility is big at my pub--it's a first floor number
with no stairs, no barriers, and no worries
Food? Of course! Upscale pub grub.
Affordably priced, flavourful food that pairs well with the suds on
offer. Vegetarian options in large measure, but chops and burgers that
stick to the ribs of those so inclined. And the menu isn't static,
either. Favourites remain, but others are swapped in regularly. Food is
local. Food is comfortable. There's a wood-paneled dining room, well
ventilated, for those who choose to dine enthusiastically.
The
main bar area is cozy in winter, with a roaring fire in a central
mantle, but airy in the summer, with a nicely appointed patio and a
charming city view. Ample parking? Heck no! You don't drink and drive at
the Bitter World.
The beery larder is the real
showpiece of my fantasy public house. We'd obviously carry a book of
beers from around the world: fresh brews and others aged to perfection.
Global rarities and local favourites admirably represented. However, it
would be our constantly rotating taps that'd be the real draw. I'd like
at least six beer engines serving up fresh cask options, and another 24
taps reflecting an ever-changing variety of styles and seasonal fare.
Pilsner fan? We've got you covered. Imperial stouts more to your taste?
There are always two or three rare and boozy offerings on the go. We've
always got a half dozen IPAs rockin', as well as at least three doubles
for hop heads, and rye, pale, ESB, and red ales in good measure. Two
taps are reserved for quirkier styles--sours and tripels, and
rauchbiers, oh my! Beers are priced at a narrow margin--profitable but
not extortionate. And the are always beautiful $3 specials to ensure
affordability.
Televisions? Yes and no. We've
got a few big screens, but these are only carted out for special
occasions. Major MLB tilts, basketball bouts, and, from September to
February, a slate of full volume NFL action (the Oakland Raiders
are always on the box!). But other than select sports and occasional
political debates, the TVs are off and out of sight. This pub is for
socializing and beer appreciating, not for vacant gazing and petty
distraction.
Lastly, a word on the staff. This
diverse gang has only one thing in common: a passion for beer and a
zeal for dispensing it. They can recommend an amber ale to pair with a
club sandwich, a witbier to enliven a spinach salad, or a smoked porter
to accentuate a raspberry chocolate cheesecake. But they'll leave you
alone if you know what you're after.
That's my vision.
Thanks
to all of those who have read my blog since I started scratching out
notes on cocktail napkins and scraps of paper. You are the best!