Pub Crawl

Last night Jon and I went to a pub crawl for a friend's birthday.  I have never been on a pub crawl, but I caught on quick.  Only one drink at each place and don't even think you'll be waited on if you can't keep up.  You will keep up or you will be left.  Pretty simple rules.

We (Jon and I) met the party goers at The Other Room in Paseo.  I honestly used to always go to Paseo, I still love it, but we've grown apart, or so I thought.  I haven't been to The Other Room since they had Hookah.  I like to hookah.  No shame here.  Do I hookah anymore?  Not really.  In my older age I've been scared off by heart disease and lung cancer.  Call me a wimp but neither of those sound fun.  I had a cider beer and off we went.  This was when I realized I better put some pep in my step because I didn't realize by pub crawl, they meant pub sprint.  Challenge accepted. 

We ventured down the street to Pizzeria Gusto.  As soon as we walked in I thought, "this is my kind of place."  I loved the atmosphere, the service and it's pizza, so need I say more?  I enjoyed my one Coop Elevator and thankfully we left before I had time to order food. 

The Pump here we come!  I've heard great things about The Pump and could hardly wait.  It lived up to my expectation and as it turns out nobody lied about it's greatness.  We played baggo, or whatever it is you call it.  The bean bag game, ya feel me?  Drinks were good, food was good and the company was good.  I could've stayed here and been a happy camper.  But it's not called pub stay.

Off to Grandad's we go.  First impression?  It smelled like vomit.  Which, I've learned from Bar Rescue means there's a fairly decent chance it could use a wipe down.  Service was nonexistent.  I was expecting it to be a house, it wasn't a house.  I've heard people go on and on about Grandad's and repeat their visits over and over.  I don't get it.  Maybe they meant Grandma's?  My grandad's house didn't look or smell like this bar so I felt lied to.  One bad margarita later, we began our hike back to Paseo.

All in all it was a successful night celebrating our friend's birthday.  I like pub crawls more than I thought and am so happy to be living in Oklahoma City.

Cheers, crawlers.