Whats on Tap

Finally, someone gets it!

The folks at Redlight Redlight in Winter Park are my heroes.

Why? Because the bar recognizes Yuengling is a domestic beer and charges as such.

How much?

$2!!!!!!!!!

New York, New York

After delayed flights into Nor'easters, lots of Guinness, me falling down stairs and sheets of ice almost falling on me (from six stories up), I'm back from my St. Paddy's trip in NYC. It was so much fun, even as ice pellets were striking me between the eyes as I smoke a cigarette outside (no smoking in restaurants AND bars up there).

I love that city, there are so many different ways to get killed while having a blast the whole time.

But since I'm back I'll be heading out to Peacock Room on Friday to say goodbye to a bit of the crazy this town has been offering over the past three years. Tammy Kopko will be ending her popular Cocktail Hour event. The closing episode will revolve around Spring Break, so you can only imagine. The night will include keg stands, wet T-shirt contests and of course those wonderful free shots. The night will start up at 10 p.m.

And where is Miss Kopko going you ask? New York City, of course. But not until the summer, probably a smart move!

McCrazies

I'm noticing a trend taking place in Irish bars lately. It seems women can't go to the bathroom stall with out moaning, yelling, screaming or laughing -- VERY LOUDLY.

First instance, Casey and I decide to have a very unhealthy dinner of boneless chicken wings (although they said mild those wings had some heat), a corndog, a Guinness and a Michelob Ultra at McRaney's Tavern on Fairbanks. As we're clogging our arteries and our livers, I decide to release my bladder in the bathroom. Hovering over the toilet, someone crashes their body right into my stall door and then proceeds to what sounds like fall on the toilet in the stall next to me. Laugher follows, and then some loud grunting noise I can only compare to a wild hog on crack. I finish my business to walk out and find this person's stall door wide open. I cover my eyes and B-line it out the front door and back to my beer.

Second instance, takes place the next night. Another Irish bar, this one McGinnty's on 436 in Casselberry. Nowhere near McRaney's, Casey and I meet up with his sister Heather and her boyfriend Brian for a game of NTN trivia. I'm not there 30 minutes and during a visit to the bathroom some chick in the stall next to me starts laughing hysterically to herself midstream. It always starts with the laughing it seems... Then, she starts moaning. I start flushing. I start washing my hands. She is still moaning. I leave.

Can someone tell me what's going on? Did I miss the goofball special running at most Irish-themed bars? I feel so lost and scared, help...

Let's sweeten the deal though, if you send me a clever or funny answer that I deem the best, I'll give you a prize. Two tickets to a sneak preview of Shooter on March 13 at Regal Winter Park starring Mark Wahlberg. Now, tell me why girls are going crazy in the bathroom stalls???

Happy Birthday Wanzie

I received some e-mails this morning urging me to spread the word it's Michael Wanzie's birthday today and there will be a celebration tonight at Parliament House in honor. How could I not? If there is one thing Wanzie knows how to do is throw a party. Will there be a Marilyn on the stage of the Footlight Theatre to sing Happy Birthday ala Jack Kennedy-style? I'm not sure about that, but there will be bingo, which is why I had to pull this "Queen of Bingo" file photo out to share with all.

Here's a video created by Doug Fish that will give you a little more, ahem, history about this momentous day and information on tonight's festivities:

Download 1957.wmv

What's in a name?

It appears that The Club at Firestone in downtown Orlando was too much of a tongue twister for most, so the venue decided to shorten it to Club Firestone.

Yeah, it's a big news day.

However, looking through some real estate mag yesterday I saw a building for sale at Pine also in downtown, that looked a lot like the building that houses AKA, Matador and Pine Street Bar & Grille. Feeling eerily similar to the Nancy Grace of bars lately, I called Matador and got voicemail. However, the waitress at Pine Street was quick to say they had 11 more years on their lease but wasn't aware of whether the building was for sale or not. I'll keep looking into it, it would be a shame to lose any of those bars. Especially Matador, bringing a bit of luck to a spot that didn't do so well in the past. 

It's Friday and I'm almost out of here. Where am I going? To get a drink of course. Tonight the lucky place to experience the joy of my presence in their establishment is Orlando Brewing at 1301 Atlantic Ave. in Orlando.

It's a pain to get back in there and the beer is slightly more than I would like to pay for a local brew, but because of it being local I try to support as much as possible. In fact, Orlando Brewing is Florida’s only certified organic brewery. See its not all booze and bullshit in this blog, you actually learn something from time to time too. Have a good weekend folks!