Bar Supplement 2006 - The Gauntlet
Bar Supplement 2006 - The Gauntlet
Bar Supplement 2006 - The Gauntlet
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B8<br />
SEPTEMBER 07.06 GAUNTLET DRINKING SUPPLEMENT<br />
Lions Park<br />
We were making pretty good time at Lions Park on our way to Tipperary’s, a pseudo-English pub on<br />
smarter choice of taking the sidewalk rather than risking disaster at the hands of the fence.<br />
Anderson<br />
We had to break down for the second time and get our fix at<br />
a franchise establishment, Moxies. Right away, we noticed the<br />
staff at Moxies are foxy, and our tardy teammate wasted no<br />
time in attempting to give a sauve lesson in photography to the<br />
nearest bar-maid. Alas, true love was not to be had, despite us<br />
ensuring his number made its way into her hands. We did meet<br />
a few cool new U of C students though, and the shots of liquid<br />
cocaine—Jagermeister und Gold Schlagger—kept us buzzing on<br />
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10<br />
SAIT<br />
One would think sait would’ve been our easiest stop of the day, as the Gateway<br />
minutes wandering sait, drunkenly misreading maps several times over before<br />
16th Ave and a bar called Loco Lou’s.<br />
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choice to leav<br />
team; this is w<br />
hazy. We wer<br />
Mongolian an<br />
that this strin<br />
ers. <strong>The</strong> cuis<br />
trading our fi<br />
consumption<br />
our task. We<br />
of the origin<br />
continued the<br />
Southland<br />
interpretation of the rules we ourselves had written. Our Southland stop was<br />
the Black Swann—a nice dark pub with an exterior reminiscent of medieval<br />
Europe. Ye olde bartender Ali was awesome too, as she served us each two<br />
glasses of their finest house wine (straight out of the box), and was impressed<br />
enough by our quest to buy us a round of shots. This prompted us to phone<br />
the other team to remind them that drinks on the house are worth triple<br />
points. Heading back to the tracks, one of our most-valuable players managed<br />
to spot a short cut to the C-Train platform. His rush helped him become the<br />
first to spill blood for our cause, despite the lack of any real urgency.<br />
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28<br />
Sunnyside<br />
Our arrival at Sunnyside was marked by an extraordinary<br />
piece of graffiti proclaiming: “Lesbians to the rescue.” Let’s<br />
hope so. Our target bar was Fats, a sports bar with a decent<br />
enough atmosphere. We managed to convince the bartender<br />
that by doing a C-Train pub crawl we were deserving of<br />
the featured ladies’ night special—though it was no doubt<br />
our singing along with the Gwen Stefani playing over the<br />
speakers that pushed him over the edge. Regardless, we<br />
enjoyed our $2.95 Crantinis and left the bar, eager to finally<br />
reach downtown.<br />
Heritage<br />
Our quest took a turn for the seedy, as we found ourselves<br />
exiting the train in desperation, smack dab in an<br />
ugly industrial sprawl. Luckily the flickering neon sign of<br />
Studio 82 caught our eye. It’s a trashy place. For our benefit<br />
though, the establishment is split into two bars, offering us<br />
the chance to earn double points for hitting both at one stop.<br />
A quick, double-fisted drink in the downstairs sports bar<br />
left a working-class taste in our mouths, and the upstairs<br />
bikini bar was even worse. <strong>The</strong> severe lack of bikinis doused<br />
our curiosity, but we drowned our disappointment with<br />
another round of Jag.