College football season is an all too necessary distraction from the harsh reality of our impending doom by North Korean nuclear fire (or Canadian – I hear the gorgeous, panda-cuddling sumbitch has it in for us). And since my podunk-ass alma-mater has managed to get on the teevee a little this season, I set out to find a bar willing to let me get drunk during our inevitable loss.
Buffalo Gap ticks a couple of boxes for me: dark, reasonably quiet, and – most importantly – nearby around kickoff. We sat at the bar. I’m reasonably sure there are tables – there were certainly some of them available when somebody went all “middle aged white woman” on the wait staff because the one table she wanted wasn’t cleaned. Maybe you’ll get lucky too.
After stridently trying to convince the bartender that tennis was boring (alright, not really – she was bringing us beer – But, we did get her to change the channel), we settled in for a bit o’ sports ball. They’ve got a decent tap list, including a couple of not-IPA’s, which is good because according to everyone at the bar, I’m a little bitch. Drinking ensued.
Things get a little blurry. At some point, happy hour began and I switched to bombers because they were miraculously cheaper. There was definitely Chili Mac – Macaroni and cheese topped with an all meat chili. I can offer no objective opinion as to the quality of the food, but it was exactly what I wanted: salt, fat, cheese, and ground beef. Satisfies all four USDA recommended food groups. There are also sandwiches and pizza. They do breakfast too.
If you’re in this part of the world – check ’em out.
The Buffalo Gap Saloon and Eatery