So there’s a bar down the street that I’ve never been to. For some reason I thought it was called Laura’s 1029 but it’s Scott and Troy’s 1029, aka The 1029 Bar. Mr. Wonderful has been once, with his brother Jake. After a few drinks (and this wasn’t the first stop of the night) Jake said something fairly offensive to another patron and they hightailed it out of there. I like a local bar as much as the next girl but I wasn’t too quick to jump into a place with the hubs that we may or may not be welcome at.
Well, last night some friends of my Dad’s were gathering to celebrate his birthday- so Jenna, Sam and I (Mr. Wonderful was in full on Mary Poppins mode at home) popped over for a few beers and the Meat Raffle.
First off: Meat Raffle. If you aren’t from Minnesota, you may not know of the awesomeness that is the Meat Raffle. You pay a dollar a ticket- and they only do like 20 tickets a round and if they call your number you hike up to the front and pick out your meat. The veterans who plan on staying to drink bring their coolers to keep their chops and steaks cold. I didn’t win but Sam got a $20 gift certificate for a buck. You can’t beat that.
Second thing about this place: The decor.
Bras hanging from the ceiling and shot up police car doors hanging from the walls. Yes. Doors riddled with bullet holes hanging from the walls. I think local lore is that cops would come in and shoot their guns into the car doors and once a bullet started bouncing around the bar and actually hit someone. So, no more shooting up the car doors in the bar. I’m not sure if this is true but it sure makes a good story.
So, after sharing a pitcher of PBR I was aching for something darker- I’m a Guinness girl after all. The best they could do was Newcastle. I can roll with Newcastle. I suppose when you aren’t paying for your beers (Thanks Sam and Charlie!) you can’t be too picky.
The kitchen was closed due to the State Fair. Yes, I guess I don’t really understand this myself, but there it is.
They did serve Heggie’s Pizza– a bar staple in these parts. Not gourmet but totally satisfying. It certainly soaked up enough that I’m not feeling too crappy this morning. Well, the pizza and the White Castle that Mr. Wonderful got for us around midnight.
My night was, well, we’ll just call it what it was- a series of 2 hour naps that we finally gave up on around 6 and “got up” for good. Yes. The boys in all of their teething glory haven’t slept more than 2 hours at a shot all night long. They didn’t go down for reals until after 2 and I was up with them both at 5. Right now they are sitting in their jumpers looking pretty haggard but fighting it all the way. Go to sleep little boys!
I’m surprisingly not hung over. Tired, yes. But that’s not really any different than any other day with twin boys who have a seemingly bottomless supply of energy and a sixth sense for parents who are finally hitting their REM cycle.
It was a good time. I think if it’s just me and the hubs I’d stick to Mac’s- but I’d surely pop over for the Meat Raffle and Happy Hour on a Friday night if there was a group going.