Jeanette decided this blog was more stuffed than schwasted and we needed to remedy it. So on the most sacred of all days, 9/02/10, we headed to Quincy’s. Mostly to drink at will. But also to have a drink for the lameness that is 90210, especially Brandon Walsh. We spent the night drinking Bud Light draws on special (it was a Thursday), and had a Sex on the Beach shot, because that’s something lame B-Walsh would do on the beach. With a girl who’s maybe married, or crazy, or racist. You know, the typical types Brandon kisses. Badly.
Alright, Quincy’s. I like this bar. There’s something for everyone. TVs for your viewing pleasure, or karaoke on the right nights. Pool tables, pub tables, booths, and even a legit patio! The service is friendly, and is closer to a small town bar than an uppity “I’m bringing you drinks only so you’ll tip me” atmosphere. Luckily for us, Jeanette knew our waitress. But Jeanette knows everyone.
We sat inside for awhile, then realized we were wasting the first cool night of the “summer” inside, and headed for the patio. This trip was several weeks ago. That day where it was over 90 degrees at 2:00, and then less than 70 before 7PM. I think when we were patio relaxing, it was 65 degrees. And Jeanette was in a sweatshirt. Oh, how I love fall weather!
If you’ve never been to Quincy’s you should go. It’s a fun, chill place to throw a few back. And the bathrooms are clean!
A little Sex on the Beach. It wasn’t as sweet as we expected. But neither is sand in your crotch.