Third Time is a Charm

One, two buckle my skate. Three, four I'll play next week at this rate.

I just wanted to let all my adoring fans know that I skated with my teammates for the third day in a row. What have I been doing for the 33 days before that?

I've spent a lot of time in the Red Room at Summers.

I ate up all the sliders which is why they're not available on the menu anymore (which is the same reason I have to skate every day because that shit makes you fat and slow and tired). I also drank all the Grand Marnier which is why its never in stock. I also drank all the Molson Canadian which is why its not available anymore either.

I just wish I could eat up all the HD tvs so Joe would have to get actual HD tvs.

Fado, Fadon't

It is a far, far better bar that I go to, than I have ever been to; it is a far, far better bartender that I go to, than I have ever known.

It was like A Tale of Two Cities, or at least like a tale of two bars.

In my neverending quest to find a bar that I enjoy as much as Summers, I ventured further afield than I usally do and crossed the bridge to brigadoon and went to a bar downtown. Normally I'm afraid to go to a bar downtown because Metro is so terrible I'm afraid I'll never get back to Virginia before midnight and I will be trapped in a mystical small town for a hundred years, although I'd rather be trapped in a small Scottish hamlet than the District.

Anyway, I met a friend downtown and we decided to go to Fado. [Disclaimer]*.

Fado is so much nicer when bandwagon Caps fans are not jamming the aisles like so many hobbits in this middle-earth style bar. You can also carry on a conversation, and it doesn't have to be about how awesome Mike Green is (seriously, PLAY SOME DEFENSE), or how Ovie is the best captain in the league.

There are so many things that Fado does right that it makes Summers look like Fadon't. Fado has good food and bartenders that try and pour me a beer before my other beer is done.

On the other hand, you're paying DC prices at Fado. Beer is just cheaper in Virginia because everyone is drinking moonshine or russian trashcans. Two, you're in Virginia, you're not in DC, DC doesn't even have a congressional representative for christ's sake. Three, Summers isn't an irish bar so you don't have random jackasses playing "Take Me Home Country Road" in the style of the Irish Rovers or playing "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" in the style of the Barish Grovers. Okay first of all, the Proclaimers are Scottish, not Irish. Second, they don't measure distance in miles, they measure it in kilometers. But I digress.

Fado was a nice change of pace and Mean Joe Luck of the Irish Green could learn another thing or two about dealing with people from a bar like Fado that has so much traffic, but Summers is like my own pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, it is a treasure I wouldn't trade for anything.


* - I like irish bars becuase I've been to Ireland twice and I have a thing for Catholics.

The green-eyed monster, which doth mock the meat it feeds on

I could have stopped the shot that Robert Green didn't stop.

Summers in Full Bloom for Earth Day

Though some may fear the negative impact that two decades’ worth of rampant cigarette smoke, black mold, and untreated human waste have had on the patrons and staff of Summers Restaurant, owner Joe Daddy took the time this Earth Day to reaffirm his dedication to the green movement, reminding bewildered passersby that “We went green twenty years ago.  See?  Green carpet, green walls, green tables, green awnings… you see?  Even the bar is green.”