Prickly Scented

I had been raving about a little bar called BW3 to my friend for a long time. Back then it was a downstairs basement place in East Lansing that had bouncers at the door and usually a line to get in on the weekend evenings.

You could get loads of really really HOT wings and pitchers of beer for cheap. Now, it's a big chain called Buffalo Wild Wings and they try to have more of a "family" atmosphere (minus the bouncers). They also charge a lot more for their food. For me it's lost some of that old charm, but I still like their food.

At any rate, this one evening, (several years ago) Marci and I found a parking spot in E. Lansing, not always an easy thing to do - and walked on over to where I thought BW3 was. I couldn't wait to share the experience with her. Unfortunately, I obviously hadn't been there in a while, because the picture you see above is what was there that night. Along with a big PIT in the ground where the bar had been. OOPS. Rather a shock for me, and a great opportunity for her to tease me saying Ya sure, there was a bar here... uh huh.... SUUUUURRE!

The cool Vernors sign was a really fun historical discovery for the city, and unfortunately they've covered it back up again, but for a little while, this was what was showing after the demolition.

I thought of this because I bought some Vernors the other day and did the inevitable... I went to take a drink and breathed in that Vernor's gingery effervescence and choked on it. I know some of you will know exactly what I'm talking about.