06/29/2026
BREAKING: It's Monday and I am dangerously close to my World Cup limit. Still watching every single game. I think there's a word for this. Starts with "addict," ends with "ion."
Weather's perfect out there. Patio's open if you need a tan. Inside's nice and cool if you'd rather watch a game and not look like a lobster tomorrow.
BREAKING: It's Monday and I am dangerously close to my World Cup limit. Still watching every single game. I think there's a word for this. Starts with "addict," ends with "ion."
Weather's perfect out there. Patio's open if you need a tan. Inside's nice and cool if you'd rather watch a game and not look like a lobster tomorrow.
The honorable Regina is presiding over the bar tonight. Please, for the love of god, show up in droves. If this shift goes badly she is never doing a Monday again and I'll be stuck back there alone, googling "how do you make a vodka soda" for the four hundredth time.
Tuesday is Paint & Sip. Last week I advertised it for the wrong day, which tells you everything you need to know about my brain. Apparently kitchen guys make better schnitzel than schedules. Reservation required, spots kept small so Kim can actually pay attention to each of you "artists."
Wednesday — special line dancing night for the nation's birthday. Red, white, blue. If you show up in all black we're turning you away, I don't care how good your boot scoot is.
Thursday, Open Mic returns. Apparently some musicians who've never played here are finally showing up. No idea what changed. Therapy, probably.
No bands this weekend, so go bother your own family for a change. And if your grill's busted, or you're just lazy, come see us — we'll cook for you, catering packages too. Just don't tell anyone the schnitzel came out of my kitchen and not your backyard. Our secret.