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| Governor's Quarters: It's in the basement |
Bars can be havens for strange snack foods. Pickled eggs,
for instance. The only time you’d yearn for a pickled egg would be after some beers,
if ever. Same thing for fried stuffed olives, which Esquire magazine declared a
few years ago to be the best bar snack ever. (“Screw truffled popcorn,” the
magazine said.)
But we’ve never seen a bar advertise pickled eggs.
Presumably, patrons just notice the jar and eventually try one. The hairy guy,
who never has, figures a pickled egg sounds like it could quickly end any happy
hour (though as a kid, even peas turned out to be OK once he tried them).
So when a west side bar was actually hyping on Facebook (days
in advance!) that it would have liver-and-onion sausage on a certain Wednesday
– apparently calculating that this was something to draw in customers -- well,
that was too good to pass up.
As it turned out, the sausage – and more -- was free. We
ate it. And we liked it.
And as it also turned out, the sausage was an anomaly for
a place that’s quickly gained a following among local fans of craft beer.
