The Six Arms (NB 49)

And our third bar was this, the Six Arms. They were once just a tavern, only possessed of wine and beer, but have since, as with so many other places, made the leap to a full bar. Part of the McMennamin's chain of Northwest Eateries, the Six Arms was perhaps the weakest spot of the night. No, wait, not perhaps.

Again, there was a crowd, though as the Six Arms is rather large, it wasn't as packed. Again, we sat at the bar, Bridgit and I leaving a seat for Brandon who was parking the car. I ordered a Bloody Mary, because I felt like it, and regretted this order very shortly. I had taken but a sip by the time Brandon arrived, and then I declared it was perhaps the worst Bloody Mary I'd ever had, and I've had some bad ones. Bridgit took a sip, and agreed at once, and even Brandon, who doesn't like Bloody Marys to begin with, sampled it and declared it awful. So I replaced it with a vodka tonic, and we mentioned that they might want to think about their Bloody Mary mix, and they did nothing about it, but at least I got a better drink out of the deal.

There was a bowl of fruit with a big sign over it saying, "Don't touch the fruit," which of course meant I wanted to, and that Brandon most certainly would touch it, and he did. I applaud him, really, even though at the time, I told him to stop.

We drank, and the only thing I found myself liking about the bar was the fact that the partition between the bar and the restaurant was made of plumbing pipes, of various sorts and looks, laid out on a diagonal within the rectangular outlines, and quite neat. There were faucets in among the piping, and various other accessories, and all in all it was a good partition.

For the rest, I really don't like McMenamin's bars, and this place was no exception. So I won't really go again, although perhaps you might. But I don't recommend it.

And that was our night with Bridgit, which was lovely, and I wish you all the best in New Orleans. I hope you read this.

Posted by Jason at February 13, 2005 01:32 PM