I decided to head to Brazwells on Montford for some dinner this past weekend. Seeing that the CIAA was occupying Uptown Charlotte, I felt it necessary to get out of dodge. Normally, I don’t eat when visiting Brazwells. I’ve always felt it to be a good place to grab a few beers and stare at chicks. The place itself isn’t really geared toward an eatery. If you come in around 8pm, chances are you will have people standing right next to you as you try and eat. Tables are limited. Read More to Continue.
Well hello again. Tonight I read a book, wrote some poetry, and watered the various assortment of plants I have around my place. I also cleaned, did some laundry, and spent time in thought. Ah, I'm fucking with you. In truth, I got shit-faced again and went out. There are times that I think I should probably just chill on the drinking, but when those times arise, I usually look at myself in the mirror and tell myself to shut the fuck up. Read More to Continue.
The Breakfast Club...not just a shitty movie, but also a bar in Uptown Charlotte. I swung into the establishment over this past weekend to see what was going on. The answer? Not a hell of a whole lot. When I arrived, I was one of four people there. Two of those people were employees. I was told by one of the bartenders that they start to "pick up" around midnight. Unfortunately for them, I wouldn't be able to talk myself into staying that long. Read More to Continue.
Believe it or not, I don't enjoy ripping on places in Charlotte. I love the city of Charlotte. Hell, I've devoted a fucking blog to the thing. I try and encourage people to go to various places and enjoy what the city has to offer. However, there are times when tough love is needed...this is one of those. I've enjoyed myself at Picasso's Sports Bar in Uptown many times before. This past Sunday, I enjoyed myself again. The problem was, that it was really in no part because Picasso's made me enjoy myself...if you give me beer, I'm probably going to enjoy myself no matter where the hell I am. Read More to Continue.
I'm going to assume that only white people will read about this post. I went to Kennedy's off of 7th near Uptown Charlotte on Sunday afternoon. I wanted to sit out on the patio and watch the Panthers play. I did not see a single black person the entire 5-6 hours I was there. I did, however, see about twenty-five dogs. Don't get me wrong, I like dogs, but the amount of dogs at this joint was just a little bit over the top. Read More to Continue.
On Tuesday night I decided to stuff my fat face full of tacos at Stool Pigeons in Uptown Charlotte. I waddled down there around 8pm and ordered three tacos. Being that it was Tuesday, they offer them each for $1. Now, when I first heard of their Tuesday taco special, I instantly thought that their idea of a "taco" was going to be some small-ass shell stuffed with mystery meat and lettuce. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw/tasted what they were serving up for $1. Read More to Continue.
I spent most of Saturday at the pool chugging Bud Lites and watching boobs. A text message came across my phone around 4pm. It was from an acquaintance of mine requesting my presence at some party he was having over at Kazba in the Epicenter. I was hesitant to accept purely because I wasn't in the mood to interact with anyone...but being that I'd never ventured to Kazba before, I decided to go. Read More to Continue.
I decided I would be somewhat adventurous Saturday night and attempt something new. That desire led me to Crave in Uptown Charlotte. If you haven't been to Crave, it is essentially known as the hookah bar of choice here in Uptown. The last time I was in a hookah bar I was damn near blackout and thought I was smoking weed. Needless to say, I never thought I'd return to the hookah scene, but alas, I have. Crave is known for its' desserts, hookah, margaritas, and thumping techno music. This isn't a place I see myself becoming a regular at. On this particular night, there was a Breast Cancer Awareness event and the place was swarmed with chicks. I am not sure how this place does during a normal weekend night, but last night it was slammed. The only table available to me was situated right beside the bathrooms. Over the course of my stay I damn near saw everyone in the joint up close and personal. I decided I'd try a margarita because according to Matt, the waiter, they are insanely good. I ordered the 'Midnight Text'; a grape flavored vodka drink mixed with white grape juice. It wasn't half bad, but a beer would of been fine for me. I didn't order dessert, but did partake in the hookah. I chose mint/strawberry flavored coals at the advice of the hostess. I pretty much sat there for an hour choking my lungs out. Being an avid tobacco user, this hookah shit has no effect on me. I know some claim that it makes them light-headed, etc...not me. Did I enjoy my hookah experience? Yea, I suppose it was cool. Crave overall isn't a bad little joint. It is definitely different, which isn't a bad thing for our city.
This past weekend I was walking around Uptown, on Tryon, when I decided I would pop in somewhere for lunch. Since the weather was so nice, I wanted to sit outside. There aren't that many nice dining patios in Uptown, but there are a few. Being that I was dressed like a bum, I wanted something a little low key. I immediately thought about going to Tavern on the Tracks, but figured it was a good long walk and I wasn't that up for it. I then remembered I was a fucking fat ass and could use the workout. With that thought in my head, I made my way down Tryon to Tavern on the Tracks. Read More to Continue.
Took a cab into NODA this past weekend to check out Sin City. Being that Carolina was playing Duke, I figured a sports bar would be the place to be. I wasn't ever sure that the whole 'sports bar' concept would fly in NODA, but it appears to have. There was a very good crowd upon my arrival...perhaps they were simply waiting for me, but given the fact no one bothered to acknowledge my fucking existence, lead me to believe that wasn't true. The only person to really even make eye contact with me happened to be the most important person of them all, the bartender. I don't know if the staff had a massive shot of adrenaline coursing through their veins because the place was jumping, but the drink service was quite good. They don't serve food at Sin City, but they also don't charge a cover. The location is definitely one of the most attractive features about the place. It is very close to the 36th St. intersection thereby making its' close neighbors with places like The Evening Muse, Sanctuary, Cabo Fish Taco, and Jack Beagles.
Sin City has a plethora of TV's and does the sports bar theme proud. It wouldn't be a NODA bar if they didn't have some live music going immediately following the conclusion of the game. Overall I really like the place, and would return. It's only a $10 cab ride from Uptown Charlotte - a straight shot down N. Davidson.