Alright, I’mma set it off like this. Vers & I dropped another piece on Saturday, but before I get into all that, I have to fill ya’llz in on a little spot you should never eat food or drink beer from.
So Friday night is a night that I usually get amped on for several reasons. One reason is because the crew gets together for some beers and appetizers and to mainly plot ILC’s next move. Now, there are only a handful of places that we hit, MJ’s, Sliders or J.Timothy’s. MJ’s was out of the question because we were going to hit Benny’s game afterwards.
As we pull up to J.Timothy’s packed parking lot we came to the realization that we would not be able to find a comfortable spot in there. As we swooped around to hit Sliders there was talk about what would happen if Sliders was the same way. And of course as we approached the chicken wing mecca, we immediately noticed that the place was filled to the brim.
Now what? Well, not too far down the road was a new spot that opened called Firehouse Bar & Grill. So we thought we would give it a shot. We got in, sat down and got our drinks ordered rather quickly. Not because the bartender was super fast, but because there was only a couple of people in there. I ordered a Bud draft, Nate ordered a Newcastle draft and Greg had the Ginger of Ale. As I proceeded to wet my whistle with this should have been frothy looking drink, I noticed right off the rip that it tasted like 3 day old party keg beer. Disgusting. I turned towards Nate and he seemed to be enjoying his beer, so maybe it was just me, eh. Wing time. I ordered six hot wings, Nate got some quesadillas and Greg got some tenders. Here is where the story gets interesting.
We recieved the food pretty rapidly and my concern was that something was going to be raw. I got about 2 wings deep when I noticed a McDonald’s like arc of hair hanging off the basket right next to a wing. Gross. But that’s not all, it gets better. As I’m dipping my celery stick into the Blue Cheese I’m finding it very difficult to get a full scoop of Blue Cheese onto my celery. To myself I’m thinking, man, this shit got some big chunks of Blue Cheese in it. Nah, as I dig deeper to try to break up this Blue Cheese chunk, my celery stick just stops. Now I’m like WTF? I proceed to scoop out a half eaten celery stick at the bottom of this souffle cup!! Now I’m buggin’….now Greg and Nate are getting grossed out. Then I bring the flat beer situation up and it seems that Nate’s, totally different beer choice from mine, was flat too.
So if you find yourself in Plainville Connecticut craving for some beer and wings, or any food for that matter and you see a sign that says Firehouse Bar & Grill, keep it moving!! Drive faster!! Don’t pass go, don’t collect $200.00, just go. Go to Sliders right down the street and wait!!
Alright, now that I got that off my chest…let’s fast forward to Saturday’s painting adventure.
