Pies & Pints
In Seattle the weather is frightfully cold. Might as well be part of the Yukon Territory. Therefore, there is an undeniable need for warm, cozy bars. Some even have fireplaces. Pints & Pies does not, but it does have a wood burning stove. I can’t tell if it’s real or one of those electric deals, but it’s toasty enough.
Pints & Pies is a decent place, but it’s not far from a major university & it’s in a semi-residential neighborhood. You may find grungy college dorks or sock & mandal wearing dads here. Not always, though. You might also find dirty punks & a pack of bears just off their shift at the firehouse (I’m guessing that’s where they came from, they had suspenders on) on Saturday afternoon. They make me feel safe.
One thing I don’t like about this place is that the front portion allows the underage. You might trip over a couple ankle biters if you arrive before happy hour. Just head straight for the back, settle into a comfy armchair or vinyl booth & for Elvis’ sake order a Rasputin Stout from the friendly, relaxed staff. They won’t pester you, you can lounge like a fool.
The main thing, the best thing, you should know is that they serve absolutely incredible individual size homemade savory pies. Served fresh from the oven, they go with beer like nothing else. I swear to Elvis it’s better than nachos. Once you taste one, you will cease to view that last statement as sacrilegious. I especially care for the beef burgundy pie. If you feel gluttonous, you can have yr lil’ pie crowning a pile of mashed potatoes or floating in gravy or soup. Genius! They have Guinness chocolate layer cake, too. It’s damn good. No jukebox, but they’re usually playing perfectly acceptable mix of rock/punk/alt-country music. You won’t hulk out over it.
So during the rainy time, go there, snuggle up with the paper, enjoy many delicious rotating beers (they have cocktails too, of course). Play pool. EAT PIE. FP
1215 NE 65th St. Seattle, WA 98115
1 comment:
Another awesome article. Where is this one? Pie on potato doesn't sound good, though. And I don't know what a bear is. Keep up the good blog.
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