Bar Supplement 2006 - The Gauntlet
Bar Supplement 2006 - The Gauntlet
Bar Supplement 2006 - The Gauntlet
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B12 SEPTEMBER 07.06 GAUNTLET DRINKING SUPPLEMENT<br />
SEVENTEENTH AVENUE<br />
<strong>The</strong>re have always been a number of bars on 17th Avenue, but the Flame’s Stanley Cup run in 2004 turned it<br />
into the world-renowned Red Mile. Although just heading out on a random Wednesday evening doesn’t quite<br />
duplicate the experience, there can still be plenty of debauchery if you are willing to create it yourself.<br />
<strong>The</strong> walk from the C-Train is a little frustrating when you’re parched—10 blocks can seem like the Sahara—but<br />
you can proudly say there won’t be any driving later on.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re is at least a couple kilometres of prime bar-hopping to do right on 17th, but, as you’ll fi nd below, some<br />
treasures lay just off the beaten path. While we managed to hit fi ve pubs on our crawl, we were just nibbling on<br />
the tit of the iceberg. Did I say tit, I meant tip.<br />
wingman<br />
and a<br />
Just me<br />
<strong>The</strong>y’ve also got a decently spacious<br />
patio for soaking in the sun’s dying<br />
rays before winter hits.<br />
<strong>The</strong> location is unfortunately not<br />
exactly in the heart of the action.<br />
Watchman’s is pretty much the first<br />
bar you will hit when you stroll down<br />
17th from the west. It was, however,<br />
agoodstartingpointtoputawing<br />
Watchman’s Pub<br />
1109 17 Ave SW<br />
This was another crawl that began<br />
with a couple of cold ones at<br />
home with the roommate and a bike<br />
ride to the first location. This time<br />
it was Watchman’s Pub and it was<br />
wing night. <strong>The</strong> two of us sat down<br />
in the very busy bar and ordered a<br />
couple of pints and three orders of<br />
Double<br />
trouble<br />
Michelangelo’s<br />
1401 11 St SW<br />
With some cold beer and tasty<br />
wings in our bellies, our<br />
team of two set off for our next<br />
destination: Michelangelo’s. Albeit<br />
less frequented by the 17th crowd,<br />
this bar still manages to be packed<br />
more often than not. It is admittedly<br />
towards the west end of the 17th<br />
Avenue strip and a few blocks north,<br />
but hot damn do they have some<br />
sweet specials.<br />
We managed to secure ourselves a<br />
corner booth with a massive chest as<br />
a table—and I don’t mean server-at-<br />
Cowboys massive chest, I mean oldschool,<br />
wonder-what’s-inside kind of<br />
wings to k<br />
patiently for our friends. <strong>The</strong> only<br />
problem being we have no friends.<br />
<strong>The</strong> two of us enjoyed our happyhour-priced<br />
beers—the hour of<br />
joy runs until 7:30 p.m. allowing<br />
the dinner crowd to indulge—and<br />
15-cent wings.<br />
Watchman’s has the feel of a typical<br />
sports bar. <strong>The</strong>re are too many<br />
televisions, dim lighting and a lot<br />
of hungry and thirsty sports fans.<br />
that we had stumbled in on the night<br />
when hi-balls are on special. Four<br />
dollars apiece for doubles didn’t set<br />
us back too much considering the<br />
strength of the drinks.<br />
Interestingly enough, drinks this<br />
cheap aren’t a rarity at Michelangelo’s.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y’ve also got nights dedicated to<br />
$3 bottles of imported beer (from<br />
38 countries), $3 pints of Trad and<br />
Grasshopper, 25-cent mussels and<br />
your typical 15-cent wings. <strong>The</strong><br />
atmosphere is super cool too, with<br />
a dark interior and barely enough<br />
room for all the thirsty patrons that<br />
swing by.<br />
Anyway, being bitter about the<br />
lack of other people in our group,<br />
our duo made very fast work of three<br />
and no signs of any others showing<br />
up at the Watchman’s, it was time<br />
for us to hit the road. We fought<br />
to the death (read: bickered like a<br />
married couple) over who would<br />
eat the last wing, ended up splitting<br />
it, and finished off our pints.<br />
But before heading east, we had<br />
a detour.<br />
Sean Nyilassy<br />
double gin and tonics and two double<br />
Caesars, respectively. As the six shots<br />
of booze settled into my system, my<br />
plan started to work. My disappointment<br />
from being on a supposed pub<br />
crawl with only one other dude was<br />
rapidly fading and my desire to just<br />
get hammered was beginning to rear<br />
its ugly, familiar head.<br />
On that note, our allotted hour<br />
was over and it was time to head<br />
to the next bar. On the way, it was<br />
also time to go harass our comrade<br />
working on 17th and encourage him<br />
and his lady friend to join us. <strong>The</strong><br />
mission was a success and our party’s<br />
population doubled for the next stop<br />
on our tour.<br />
Sean Nyilassy<br />
Hot<br />
dog!<br />
We have a weiner<br />
Tubby Dog<br />
103 1022 17 Ave SW<br />
It was with a smile on my face that<br />
I locked up shop for the last time<br />
at my part-time summer job and<br />
walked the short block down 17th<br />
to join the tiny, but spirited, twoman<br />
pub crawl in progress. My<br />
after-work thirst was compounded<br />
by some after-work hunger, making<br />
Tubby Dog an ideal locale for our<br />
planned rendezvous.<br />
Offering a selection of whackedout<br />
dogs with ingredients ranging<br />
from Cap’n Crunch cereal to crushed<br />
potato chips to ginger and wasabi<br />
(though it’s probably not a good<br />
idea to mix them all on the same<br />
dog), Tubby Dog has something to<br />
satisfy any hunger. <strong>The</strong>se dogs will<br />
do the trick whether after a night of<br />
bar hoppin’ (they’re open extra late<br />
on Friday and Saturday) or just a<br />
lazy afternoon of window-shopping<br />
on 17th.<br />
Add an order of Tubby’s uniquely<br />
battered T-rings or a one dollar<br />
pickled egg and it’s clear that<br />
what the menu lacks in nutritional<br />
value it more than makes up for in<br />
unapologetic (and often messy)<br />
deliciousness.<br />
Tubby Dog also offers veggie dogs<br />
for those not interested in tubes of<br />
ground up animal bits and Ukrainian<br />
sausage for those who can’t get<br />
enough. Your doctor would probably<br />
tell you not to eat here everyday, but<br />
what the hell does he know anyway<br />
<strong>The</strong> dogs are an affordable feed,<br />
in the $5–7 range. <strong>The</strong> beer is pretty<br />
cheap too—especially if you pick up<br />
one of the oversized imports.<br />
All things considered, the charm of<br />
Tubby Dog comes primarily from the<br />
interior decoration, complete with<br />
ketchup-red and mustard-orange<br />
’60s-fast-food-joint tables and<br />
benches. <strong>The</strong> place fronts on 17th<br />
and opens a street-side patio when<br />
weather permits. <strong>The</strong>re’s also a jukebox<br />
stacked with music to make an<br />
indie fanboy cream his tight jeans,<br />
but the best part is the wall projection<br />
of old cartoons at the back.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re’s nothing quite like watching<br />
the Amazing Spiderman wrap up<br />
case after case (and criminal after<br />
criminal) with his trademark note<br />
to police, mouth full of half-chewed<br />
bits of bacon, beef and sauerkraut,<br />
Newcastle in hand.<br />
<strong>The</strong> staff are friendly and make<br />
the place that much more appealing,<br />
especially on one of the movie<br />
theme nights or dj parties. Though<br />
Tubby Dog is probably not the best<br />
place to kill three or four hours, it<br />
is well worth a stop during any 17th<br />
Ave debauchery, if only to refuel on<br />
pork and beef tubes and take a break<br />
from the smoky bar scene—which is<br />
exactly what our small band needed<br />
before moving on to more serious<br />
stops.<br />
Chris Beauchamp