The Triple Crown

I’ve decided to let you all in on a little secret; one of the best bars in town. It’s called the Triple Crown, and you won’t find it unless you know where to look. The place has no sign; in fact there is no indication from the outside that it’s even a bar.

I stumbled on this place by accident; a glorious accident that would change the way I look at bars. The bar is seated next to a pizza place. When picking up a za one day, the door flew open as someone walked outside, and for a moment, I caught a glimpse of heaven.

The next time around, I went inside for a quick shot when my za wasn’t ready. That’s when it hit me. This place is great.

This is the type of place that you’d almost be ashamed to be seen inside. The bartenders are 60-year old women, who has certainly seen better days. The crowd is a small group of drunks. The lighting: dreary. The bathrooms: rancid. The feeling: Euphoric.

The great feeling can be attributed to two things: great prices, and shuffleboard. This is one of the only places in town that I know of that has shuffleboard, and certainly the only dive. If you’re not familiar with the game, it’s kind of like curling, but without the gay sex. For some strange reason, this game is crazy fun. This is me scoring 3 points, with a deadly shot.

The second reason this place rocks is the prices. They were decent before, but upon a recent visit, I realized that they have lowered their prices.

$1.40 for a 16oz draft!!

I threw those sons of a bitches back so fast people’s heads were spinning.

Will I tell you where this place is? No. I’ve only giving you this information, so that you may hold with you a beacon of light; a feeling of hope, that there is a place like this out there. Maybe one day, you too will find it by accident. If you do, don’t fuck it up for me.