| One day Matt and I are eating at the
Amphora, and he starts telling me about this place he’s found in
McLean called “The Pub”. We love pubs. Pubs are better than clubs and
generally better than bars… I know it’s an arbitrary designation but
the kind of focus that the word “pub” promises is few and far between
in these parts. So after our meal I went myself; had no time to drink,
but it was important to size the place up, do some driving time trials
[which you lost], you know.
The Pub has this cool neon serving as its sign, but it’s only
noticeable once you’re nearly at the doorway. After conception and
installation, this neon swizzle stick (one of the few stirring up the
Fairfax air) ended up being blocked by a concrete overhang; chocked by
mini-mall architecture. Before drinking there I was crying against
this outrage, afterwards it seems strangely appropriate.
But I’ll concentrate on the good points, at least to start. The
place has an older clientele… that’s good, too many of my peers and my
skin starts to crawl. The decorum has nothing objectionable, it’s all
oak and classy. That’s what comes to mind, the Pub is a real class
act. But you know what they say, any club that would have me as a
member… The dart board is nice, well situated in the bar, and not
impossibly mobbed by players, though your mileage may vary. Beer comes
in pitchers, and the liquor selection looks pretty good.
On the other hand, nothing really grabbed me here. Nothing going
on, I think, besides a champion dart team or two coming home to roost.
No fights, no dropped glasses; granted its not like I crave the
excitement or some shit, but the Pub seems too well behaved for its
own good. Pub avoids all the pitfalls of a club or a pickup joint,
it’s true, but also most of the charm of a dive. This is just personal
preference, mind you, but the kind of places I keep being grabbed by
look like they started as a men's room and added on, living symbols of
urban renewal (to quote the bard).
Our beer pitcher was served with little 10 oz glasses, I don’t like
that. I’m sure they had pint glasses, but we’re all used to the 16
ounce glasses, all of a sudden I had to calculate how much beer I was
drinking to make everything turn out okay. There were no streamers of
beer pendants from the Miller corporation; half of me is sick of
seeing those things, half of me enjoys their comforting warmth. The
Pub is a nice calm place to have a beer. If I lived closer by, I’d
probably regard it higher. You know, if I was bringing a date to a
bar, and I walked into a classy place like the Pub, and I got the warm
reception of a regular, I’d be scoring points like it was going out of
style.
But in real life, that’s not a concern… No thanks, Pub, I’ll crawl
back into my dive. |
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If you like darts,
this is the pub for you. If not . . . well . . . it is a very nice pub
I suppose.
Right off I'll state that there is nothing
*wrong* with The Pub. It's location in the middle of McLean is highly
suspicious and I did go in expecting people to be swilling their ale
with their pinky fingers deftly held up in defiant snobbery.
The Pub is very Dart-centric. It is littered
with dart team trophies, dart related pictures and two dart boards. If
you like darts, go to this bar. The rest of the decor is dark wood
(which is good) covered with the kind of knick-knacks you expect to
find in your grandfather's den. I'd say that The Pub is comfortable
and clean without being too pretentious. Again, consider the location
- this place is probably a dive bar for the wealthy.
Now for drinking, The Pub is a little off the
right path so to speak. When I sat down they said they had pitchers
and they came in two sizes. At this news, I got very excited and
ordered two "large" pitchers. Well, when they came they weren't so
large - more like regular size. Makes me wonder what the smalls are -
perhaps that's their name for pint glasses. Still $10 a pitcher isn't
bad, so I can't complain too loudly.
Of course my favorite part is the dry-erase
board over the urinals. I suppose that was someone's idea to reduce
graffiti (not a bad idea) but I see it as an opportunity for abuse.
Sure, I'd never deface or vandalize a public place, but if they are
going to give me a chalkboard, I will fill it with numbers of people I
don' t like, dirty limericks and such. If my Legions of Enemies start
getting prank phone calls from drunk yuppies in a bathroom, you know
who set you up. I don't think I've ever had that much fun at a urinal.
Anyway, The Pub is a good bar, but not so good that
I'd make a special trip to come here. With all the good and varied
restaurants in the area, this might be a good after-date spot, but
since everything in McLean closes early (even the coffee shops for
Christ's sake!) I'm not too sure about that either.
 Snazzy decor. |