There are casual visitors who stop in, wide-eyed and eager to check out all that we have to offer… and then there are regulars. You know who you are—the ones who don’t even need to look at the menu (but still do), who have “a usual,” and who somehow always run into someone you know the second you walk in. Here are a few things our regulars truly understand: 1. You have a “usual”... and a backup usual Depending on the mood. The weather. Who you ran into in the parking lot. And what everyone els…

“I don’t like beer.” A bold statement… especially in a room full of people who once felt the exact same way. Because the truth is, most people don’t actually hate beer. They just haven’t found their beer. Maybe your first introduction was a lukewarm red cup at a party from a guy named Kevin. Maybe it was an overly enthusiastic friend who insisted, “No, you’ll LOVE this one,” right before handing you something that tasted like tree bark and gym socks had formed a union. Either way, we understand.…

Some drinks are sipped. A 20oz pour? Now that’s an experience. Is it psychological? Practical? We’d argue it’s both. Sure, a pint sounds fun… until it’s gone before you’ve even made it halfway through your story — one minute you’re setting the scene, the next you’re staring at an empty glass, wondering where your emotional support beverage went. Don’t be pranked by a pint. Order a 20oz instead — after all, we all know size matters… relax, we’re talking about beer! …

St. Patrick’s Day behind the bar isn’t a shift — it’s a sport. Imagine running a marathon, but everyone’s wearing green and asking for another round. Every St. Patrick’s Day needs credibility. Luckily for us, we have Eóin. Yes. An actual Irishman. We checked. In the middle of the madness, while the rest of us were trying to remember how to spell “Guinness” under pressure, Eóin stepped up to deliver what we proudly called the real Irish experience. Think proper pours, correct pronunciations, and …

The sweet smell of freshly ground coffee racing through your senses, starting at your nose and igniting every neuron in your body as you kick up your feet and close your eyes with a relaxed sigh — or simply put, Sunday mornings. Whether it’s the kick of coffee, the dog on your delicates, or the bright morning buzz, there is nothing quite like a quiet Sunday filled with endless leisure time… and Karen screaming BINGO in your ear so loud that even your ancestors feel it. We regret to inform you th…