I'm absolutely in love with "BAR" on 13th and Sansom Street in Center City, Philadelphia. It's almost the perfect dive bar, their clientele can be a little douchey on a Saturday night. On draft you can get your cheap dive standards for $3 a pint: Lions head, Yeungling, Bud, Miller Lite, etc. Honestly I'd prefer to have a pint water than pay for any of these, but I'm a beer snob. For those like me, they have a few local craft brews on draft for an extra dollar or two. And if you don't like anything they have on draft they have an extensive draft list: PBR pounders to my favorite 8%-er, Gordon by Oscar Blues.
Bar is small, but luckily it has two floors to escape the Chads and Brads. The second floor is a game room with a dart board, foosball table and pool table, but no taps--just cans and picklebacks.
What is a pickleback you ask? Well, it is the most delicious way to chase that awful taste of cheep whiskey. It's brilliant--it's tasty and it even helps with hangovers! Just ask how.com how to cure a hangover. (Hilarious!)
But be careful, (A lot of) picklebacks could turn a good birthday bad. One minute I was a happy drunk unable to say the "pledge of allegiance" in order to get a pass to drink more. Then the next thing I remember is the crack of my skull against the sidewalk and drunkenly crying over my hurt finger. Apparently I cried for over an hour even though I only remember seconds of it.
When I woke up, I was mildly hung over (thanks to the picklebacks!) with a humongous left hand (thanks to the shots that came with the pickebacks). Nothing is broken, just hurts A LOT and the hospital is making me wear a splint, which is earning me a few extra tips at work. Unfortunately, I will have to put off my new jewelry line for a few more weeks. Ugh...
But I got my x-rays... sort of..
The x-ray printer was down at the hospital so I only got a disc that cannot read the large images just the small ones: