More blurry birthday memories from O’Connell’s, Molly’s and Broadway Oyster Bar
This blog post may come off as being a bit disjointed, but I figure there’s no better way to do my last birthday justice. In addition, my life has been a bit disjointed lately. Fortunately, I should have plenty of time to get caught up over the next couple of weeks on topics I've been meaning to post about from last month and the holiday season.
As my nine faithful followers may recall, my birthday
celebration in Saint Louis began with lunch at Zia’s on The Hill. You may have gotten the impression from my
last post that we headed straight to the Soulard Market after that. You’d be wrong.
As fate would have it, we made an after-lunch pit stop at
O’Connell's, a dive bar/Irish pub just off Interstate 44 and Kingshighway
Blvd. It caught our eye as we entered
The Hill neighborhood, and we simply could not pass it up.
See, I told you we couldn't pass it up. |
These bartenders know their craft ... and enjoy their bar. |
Picturesque parking in Soulard |
Reunited with an old friend ... the Abita Amber, that is. |
It also
didn't hurt that they offered flights of Irish whiskey. I know … Knob Creek rye doesn't count, but it
we got to choose our substitute when the bartender discovered they were out of
one of the Irish whiskeys that usually come as part of the flight.
To
commemorate our achievement of finishing off the flight, we got complimentary
mustaches (note that I already brought mine, along with full beard). I always did suspect good Irish whiskey would
grow hair on you.
Molly’s in Soulard is one more place I have to check out again. It bills itself as Bourbon Street in the
heart of Soulard, and the atmosphere and menu definitely back up the
claim.
Moving on to
dinner time, we chose an old favorite of mine – the Broadway Oyster Bar. And while we're on the subject of adopting a Bourbon Street ambiance,
Broadway brings it in droves.
Outdoor seating in Broadway's courtyard |
Our friends Brittany and Marc at Broadway Oyster Bar |
The inside bar at Broadway Oyster Bar |
Perfect view of the main bar at Broadway Oyster Bar |
We kept the
Abitas coming at Broadway and decided this would be the perfect place for
dinner to finish the night. On my
recommendation, the girlfriend had a bowl of their house soup – crawfish
bisque. I’d put it up against any in New
Orleans, and my girlfriend in fact called it “stellar” – one of her favorite
ways of giving something her seal of approval.
What's up, Doc? My appetite! |
Also
included on my birthday bar-to-bar crawl were the Social House next to the
Soulard Market and the Shanti. I have to
think Saturday afternoons are not the optimum time to visit Social House, as
the place seemed quite cavernous and dead.
It surely must attract a late-night crowd, although the appeal of
body-painted waitresses during weekdays has me thinking about a second
visit. And, to be fair, the scenery
while we were there wasn't shabby (we did skip the bartender’s recommendation
to start drinking tequila).
We also
quite literally stumbled onto the Shanti's last day of operations. The live music, crowded beer garden and happy
revelers made me wish I had discovered this place much sooner. Nonetheless, we
enjoyed a mixed drink by the open fire before moving on.
All in all, I'm not sure I could have packed any more celebrating into one birthday. It was a fun, full day and night. And, the girlfriend definitely helped make it all the more awesome. She knows -- and usually loves -- the kind of places that appeal to this commoner, and it's great to be able to make memories together at these places.
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