Slummers Inferno - Sixth Circle

In the sixth circle of Slummers hell, Heretics such as those that say that Summers should have salsa dancing and those that say that Summers should have a world music night, and those that say you don't actually need to serve Molson Canadian on Moloson Canadian Night (Fucking Blasphemers! You shall rot in the darkest dankest deepest depths of Joe's dungeon of Dis. Sorry, I got carried away for a second there. But seriously folks, how can you not serve Molson Canadian on Molson Canadian Night when its on special?), and those that say Summers should be a sports bar and play sports and not CNN, well those people are trapped in flaming tombs.

I Do Not Fear Moby Dick, I fear the half-caf double-decaf no foam soy latte

Now, I don't want to get off on a rant here, but what the hell is up with coffee snobs at Starbucks?

I went to my local Sbux for a large cup of coffee (just call it a large, venti is pretentious) this morning, and felt underdressed in my t-shirt and jeans amongst all the yuppie coffee snobs ordering no-foam-fat-free-soy-lattes and chai iced teas with a twist of lemon.

Its just coffee. Get over yourselves.

That's one of the things I love about Summers. There is no pretense there. And there sure as hell ain't no yuppies* there or they would get their back bacon handed to them in a toque by the fiesty canucks on Molson Canadian Night, eh?

At Summers, its all about the beer.

Its not about the people (The Good), its not about the food (The Bad), the service (Ugly), and its not about the interior decorating although the new red light district in the new red room is growing on me like the insidious ear worm that it is, it is about the beer.

I love Summers because that beer ain't decaf or fat free and a large is a large.



* - you can tell the yuppies because they wear ascots and order martinis.