Capital City Brewing Company
1100 New York Ave NW
Hot summer weather. And cold beer. Goes well together don’t you think? I must be mentally trying to keep the summer alive with today’s post, reflecting on my July visit to the east coast of the US.
As an escape from the humid heat that was still blanketing the city even in the late afternoon, a group of us ducked into the nearest, air conditioned gastropub for a quick hit before our dinner plans. As we were expecting some vehicles to pick us up, we had plenty of time to kill. And with the drivers taken care of, a license to drink as well. The formula for a good start to the night!
House of Wings Restaurant And Lounge
Sports on big screens + beer + wings. A trademark trio of any proud joint that offers the key staples that satisfy the average athletics loving, red-blooded Canadian male when out for some drinks with the boys. Throw in some pretty girls as service staff and a win for the home team, and you pretty much have paradise. Yes, men are easy to please.
With the Canucks season long over, the tv sports scene is in a state of limbo, as its still early in the MLB season and football is still months away, so the likes of MMA (such as last night’s UCF 114, and the upcoming UFC 115 in Vancouver) are what keep most of these places busy with thirsty customers on a late weekend evening. And to fill the seats before the rush, is that phenomenon called happy hour (with 37 cent wings).
With a name like House of Wings, frankly they better do a good job with these chicken appendages. As the other wings place down the road was busy with a public fund raising event, it became the default choice for this quick stop with tee.
KwaTay’s Restaurant and Lounge
315 1st Ave. N.
Is there a more enduring food service concept, fraught with both lovers and haters of it, than what is popularly known as “happy hour”? Clearly this novelty was established to generate some needed revenue during the lull of the early to late afternoon, especially for bar proprietors that also serve food who have an interest in filling their cash registers as much as possible before the night rush happens. In some more refined locations it seems to be a dying breed, but like a pesky cockroach, it will find a place to scurry into and stay for as long as possible until its flushed out and the life is stomped out of it.
The key allure of happy hour is definitely the reduced prices of regular menu items. Food and drink inclusive. At times, ridiculously low that even some drab surroundings, dubious service and a sense that you wouldn’t have stepped foot inside had it not been for the prices, are not enough to deter you from walking back through the entry door. As you can see by the spartan space pictured above, that was more dance floor than restaurant dining area, you wouldn’t come to a place like this for the ambiance. I’m sure you wouldn’t be at all shocked to hear that this is the kind of place that offers beer by the bucket as a crowd drawing special.