Patty and I bike-dated down to the new Flamin' Joes on 29th tonight. Only the best for my gal.
There's no bike rack, so we had to chain up to a downspout (lame). I want to think there are plans for a bike rack, time permitting. So I'm not issuing a demerit just yet.
Once inside, big-bar, fun-time character. The towelabra . . .
. . . and bottlecap-entombed tabletops . . .
There are about a million wing flavors, including the original set . . .
There's a code red challenge (not sure why bogger dumped this picture on its side, but whatever, blogger) . . .
This is what our actual order looked like. It was BAD. In the good way.
Beer-wise, this is the tap list. Not super-inspiring, your regular sports bar deal . . .
Here's the craft brew list, also just okay . . .
But here's something a little different . . . big bottles are apparently the big deal here, and the list is long (again, not sure why blogger dumped this picture on its head) . . .
Here's what a big bottle looks like in the hands of a patron . . .
So there's a party-time, gee-wiz factor to the place for sure, and I'm good with that, if not all hyped. But what has me pretty damn excited is the view through my bike hang spectacles. This picture doesn't really do it justice, but the place has a ton of room and can accommodate some pretty badass crowds. I don't know if you remember the Chapala layout, but there were all these sort of individual, compartmentalized dining rooms on the main floor and then a whole 'nother balcony level. With the remodel, the main floor has been completely opened up and there looks to be massive seating on the balcony level too (we didn't actually go up and check it out).
IMHO, our biggest bike hang problem over the last coupla years has been crashing in with a big group and overwhelming the establishment. Think South Perry Pizza debacle. The south hill neighborhoods are conducive to and filled with more boutique-ish establishments. Until now, there hasn't been that place that has the general capacity to not be phased by a 20-ish large group rolling in. Until now.
All that's necessary for a good hang is a reasonable beer list, some honest bar food, space enough for everyone who shows up, and good enough service to make us feel appreciated for dropping our hard-earned dollars. After that, we're good on our own. Based on initial impressions, I'm thinking Flamin Joes might deliver. So yeah, I'm excited.