All Photos © Christine Elise McCarthy 2012
Maybe you should listen to Memphis Slim’s version of BEER DRINKING WOMAN while you read this blog!!!
I like beer. I like seafood. I like beer with seafood. The photograph above is of a tall glass of Stella Artois at La Poubelle. I didn’t get any seafood that visit – so just look at the pretty beer & lovely atmosphere they serve up in there.
Just down the street is Birds. I always thought the “birds” thing was that they are pretty heavy on the chicken options in the menu. They serve rotisserie chicken several ways with about a dozen options. I don’t eat chicken – or burgers – so I don’t really go into Birds as often as I might – despite living within a mile or two of it for twenty years now. My boyfriend is a huge Hitchcock fan & has also written a feature film called All the Birds Have Flown South – which he refers to as Birds. I dragged him into Birds this past July – completely oblivious to the potential connections. We walked in & sat at the bar & Miles looked around. “Oh! Now I see why you brought me here,” he said, smiling. I returned his smile with a dull stare. “You do?” “Yeah! This is a Hitchcock bar!” “It is?…” I looked around & noticed, for the first time, wall to wall portraits of Hitchcock & images from The Birds. “Oh my God!” I said, realizing. “Oh! You love Hitchcock!! OH!! Wow. OH! And your new movie is called Birds!” It was my turn to smile at him & for him to look back confused. How could I POSSIBLY have not noticed or realized – or whatever – EVER?? Thank God he loves me. Even at my most obtuse. See here? He seems to be thinking, “Yeah. I love you. Even though you are stupid.”
Yeah, but HOW stupid are you – you might ask. Well – notice the Hitchcock profile tattooed inside Miles’ forearm. I’m THAT stupid.
At any rate – Birds has a full bar & beer on tap. And – you can sit outside!
I ordered a Stella & Miles got a Bud Lite. He ordered chicken & I got the seared tuna burger.
Miles declared his chicken was among the best he’d ever had – and backed that up by ordering it every time we returned there in the future. The tuna burger came on a bun about the size & pliability of a VW Bug & was just that easy to fit in my maw. So – I removed the bun & the tuna was delightful. The fries here are good & I like that they have about a dozen dipping sauces – from buffalo to bbq to mayo based things – so you can maximize the caloric impact of the meal.
Speaking of buffalo sauce – just next door is the Franklin & Company Tavern. I love buffalo sauce but since I do not eat chicken – so I only ever really get to eat it by dipping fries in it or by making buffalo shrimp at home. But – Franklin & Co has buffalo shrimp on the menu!!!
Of all the joynts there on Franklin Avenue – the interior of this one is my favorite. It is a VAST improvement from the Italian place – Prizzi’s – that once resided there.
I like the menu a lot, too. Lots of veggie faux meat things – like a gyro!
Or you can go the raw ahi taco direction! I recommend all very highly. One complaint – I find their tap beers just a tad warm, so I usually order a bottled beer. A friend of mine used to work for Magic Hat – so I usually get this as a silent shout out to him.
They do beer flights & brunch specials & all kind of fun things. I like this place a lot.
Our last stop in today’s pub crawl is Dillon’s Irish Pub – down at the corner of Hollywood & Vine. If you like college girls in teensy weensy kilts & all manner of footwear – from goth platforms to sneakers – this is the place for you! $3 valet outside is genius as everyone else in the area charges $10. And – for three dollars – any pint of beer on tap!!! $5 for a large one. This is kind of a big deal because they have (as my friend says) “one point seventy thousand million” beers there. See?
I got some Hawaiian thing – not sure what it was called. It was good! And – better still – Dillon’s has $2 oysters!
I love oysters even though they look like the phlegm of a bronchitis patient. I order them here all the time – almost exclusively. Me & my buddy Curtis Armstrong (seen below from our time working on Route 30, Too – available for sale NOW!)
would often drop into Dillon’s for two cocktails & two dozen oysters. Despite looking like biohazard – they are delicious! And none of this vinegar & shallots bullshit! Cocktail sauce, horseradish, Tabasco & lemon!
Most recently, as I popped the first oyster in my mouth – I though I heard something small hit the floor. No, not Miles. It was my earring. As I reached up with both hands to check each ear – I heard another clink of a tiny item falling – even before I’d touched my ears. And yes – sure enough – BOTH of my ears were bare. I looked on the floor & there were both of my earrings on the floor – under my stool. What the fuck? Those oysters were so good – they popped both of my earrings out of my head with nearly the synchronized precision of those Olympic water dancers. Plink/plink! Out & on the floor. That was a first for me. I was so relieved to have Miles as a witness. The fact is – we dropped into Dillon’s directly from the Museum of Death – so maybe the stuff they were peddling there had caused me to shiver my earrings nearly out of their nesting places but still. The experience I had at Dillon’s was – eat an oyster & watch both of your earrings fly out of your head.
By the way – if oysters are your thing – and you also enjoy paying a lot of money for things – the oysters at the Public Kitchen at the gorgeous Roosevelt Hotel are pretty spectacular.
Anyway – I am tempted to go on & cover the classic Frolic Room – just down the street from Dillon’s but the Frolic Room deserves its own blog all to itself. It is that awesome!
So – until then – CHEERS!