Tag: Houston Bars

On December 4th I will turn Wicked Old and I’m looking for some drinking suggestions. Having a new kid means either not going out or drinking where she can join us (thank you, W. Alabama Ice House.) So, in the past we haven’t been able to get our party on. I like my bars kinda divey, kinda tacky and not crazy loud. New Orleans and Vegas had some good ones, anyone with a suggestion would be helping me. Places of interest I have stumbled across in my internet searches are the following:

Notsuoh – Looks funky and promising from the Flickr pictures. But they also have bands and their MySpace page has a broken link to their show calendar. Might be a deal breaker if I can’t hear my friends.

Anvil – A Google search for absinthe in Houston led to the booze blog Drink Dogma. The bloggers/bartenders on the site say they will be running a new bar named Anvil. But damned if I can find if it is open. I’ve never had a date with the Green Fairie and I’m itching to see what the fuss is about.

A couple of weeks ago my folks were in town and stayed with our sweet kid so we could have a night out. The missus wanted to go to Dave and Buster’s. I was given first choice and chose the Roll-n Bar. We hit the bar on a Sunday afternoon. It was smaller then we expected, wonderfully divey with wood-paneled walls. The bar itself had 4 people chatting with the bartender. Almost ever surface has names in chalk, patrons of the bar. The bartender came over to us and asked what we wanted. I had a Southern-Comfort Manhattan, and eventually a second. He poured a nice drink and told us about the owner of the bar, notoriously cheap, the bar shows it. The men’s bathroom had a electric hand dryer directly above the sink, slightly concerning with the proximity of electricity to water.

Weeks ago, we went to a friend’s favorite bar in the Montrose. It was the first time the kiddo went to a bar and what a special trip it was. We all sat outside. By the end of our drinking, a table behind us lit up a pot pipe and started toking up. My spring allergies kept me from noticing and I left unknowing to the what took place. Our friend later commented that the smokers at the bar usually wait for the sun to set before partaking the mary-jane.

Baby’s first contact high.