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The Best Bars in America (according to the word of AzN)

Posted in Best of, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 5, 2013 by aznheartthrob

Cause I’ve always wanted to make this list and folks always be asking me for recommendations when they’re “forced” to visit any of these cities. Why even bother going to some of these cities? Because when I travel through Asia, I’m one of many. I’m Thai in Thailand, Vietnamese in Vietnam and for damn sure I’m Korean in Korea. But when you’re in most of middle America, you stick out like a bright yellow jaundiced thumb. So in no particular order other than me just trying to remember these drunken nights:

Buckhorn Exchange

Buckhorn Exchange, Denver CO: The oldest restaurant in Denver is over 200 years old and has a bar upstairs with Macallan 16 for $12. There’s taxidermy everything on the walls, even a zebra, which would only be possible if Teddy Roosevelt himself shot and killed it in Africa and brought it back (which he did).

Wood Tavern

Wood Tavern, Miami FL: By the time I got to the Wynwood District, apparently a one block version of Silverlake in the heart of Miami, I was sick of beach deco and sugary tropical drinks. After a dinner at the Shepard Fairey designed restaurant across the street (not as bad as it sounds), we walk into this bar and all we see is cheap beer, a taco stand inside a car and a trivia night going on in the auditorium in the back. Loved it so much we went back the next night and the whole block is practically closed down for the weekly biker meet up. In any other hipster bar in the country I would mean bicycle. But these are Harleys and it was a sight to behold.

Murray Bar, Livingston MT: As seen on No Reservations, the chef next door makes a mean steak and even invited us to some hot springs up the road the next day. That’s how nice they are in Montana. I’ll also never forgot the woman who left the bar for a minute and used her wallet and her flip phone to save her seat and drink. Where the hell am I?

Nye’s Polonaise

Nye’s Polonaise and Polka Bar, Minneapolis MN: One side of the bar has a lady on a piano who plays along with your karaoke stylings. The other side is an award-winning polka band. You can go back and forth and did I mention you can order piroshkies here?

Taos Mesa Brewing

Taos Mesa Brewery, Taos NM: Steel corrugated tilt-up brewing company with live music and great beer in the MIDDLE OF NO WHERE New Mexico. Drive a few miles down and look straight down the Rio Grande. Get scared and go get drunk.

Kennedy School

McMenamins Kennedy School, Portland OR: Portland is the greatest drinking town in America. I said it. These McMenamin guys convert anything and everything to a bar: hospital, hotel, and in this case, an elementary school. The classrooms are now hotel rooms, the boiler room is a restaurant, the school auditorium is a music venue and everyone wants to go to detention (its a bar, duh).

Robert’s Western World

Robert’s Western World, Nashville TN: I don’t like country music, but give me beer, bourbon and BBQ and I will line dance all night at this honky tonk just down the street from the Grand Ole Opry.

Riverhorse Inn, Milwaukee WI: So this one time I went here cause a random electro DJ crew was playing and next thing I know I was buying a round for the bar (its Milwaukee prices folks) and convinced some couple to drive me back to my hotel. So yea, this place is awesome.

Whiskey River

Whiskey River

The Whisky River, Charlotte NC: Dale Earnhardt Jr’s bar in downtown Charlotte is huge and has a mechanical bull. Went with a group of folks from NYC and we saw two girls ride it the same time and all we could talk about was how ironic this bar would be if it was in Brooklyn.

Angel’s Share

Angel’s Share, New York NY: Like everyone else, I like this bar cause no one knows its there. Which is a lie, cause now everyone knows its there.

Big

Big, San Francisco CA: Just like Angel’s Share, its hard to find. No menus, the bartenders have a conversation with you and find out your favorite ingrediants and liquor and make something according to your táste notés. They don’t even have a WEBSITE folks!

Zig Zag Cafe, Seattle WA: Best Fernet cocktails ever. Will make you zig zag back and forth on the way home, especially up those stairs.

Bar None, Vancouver BC: Some white girl with a tattoo arm sleeve stepped up to ME at this bar and it was fantastic. The bar itself? OK.

Maker’s Mark Distillery, Loretto KY: I can drink Maker’s Mark for free and all I have to do is drive an hour outside of Louisville to do it? Done. Bonus points: only place in the world to buy the moonshine version of Maker’s.

Marvin

Marvin, Washington DC: If the Thievery Corporation opened up a restaurant/bar and named it after their favorite singer it would be this. Cause they did. Did I mentioned how great laid back and awesome the music is? I wonder why.

Jacoby’s German Biergarten, Detroit MI: Within stumbling distance of the Renaissance Hotel across the river from Canada. The bar tender played hyphy all night for us when he found out we were from SF and Oakland and then he convinced us to go to a secret bar in a warehouse 5 miles from downtown where they only served beers and balloons of nitrous. Did I mentioned how fucked up Detroit is these days? Or how awesome Detroit techno is? Cause all the above is interrelated.

Why Portland is On My Top Ten List

Posted in Awesomeness with tags , , , , on October 5, 2009 by aznheartthrob

There really isn’t anything like Portland. Its textbook perfect for urban planning geeks (like Bill Fulton) and everyone seems to enjoy the built environment there (let’s not get into race and any other social issues).  We’re talking bike shops, next to hipster donut shops, adjacent to bookstores, above comic book shops, across from record shops, kitty corner from cabarets, below dive bars, neighboring the infamous Union Jack’s (birthplace of the Suicide Girls), a block from organic foodie restaurants, 2 doors down from an Apple Store that’s tax free, and on the same street as the infamous Portland food carts. Yes, indeed, my favorite thing about this city are the food carts. Waffle sandwiches, poutine this side of the border, and crepes from a mobile restaurants? How can you not dig it? There’s even a website devoted to them: http://foodcartsportland.com! And if Bill Fulton says its one of the top 6 reasons why the city is a beacon for downtown urban living and the New York Times agrees, how can you say otherwise?

White People Love Bikes

Posted in Bitch please!, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on May 5, 2009 by aznheartthrob

I didn’t learn much at the conference I attended that could be used for any BcB material… until now.

I love my bike(s). So I decided to attend  a bicycle transportation session that the planning nerds appropriately titled Bike Network Design Lessons from Europe. In the large convention hall theater, one of the speakers stated the following statistic when explaining the relationship between car drivers and bicyclists in the U.S.: 

bike-courier

1/2 of 1% of people in the U.S. bike to work. Of that, the vast majority are white males. 

He later explained that the people who bike regularly, including daily to work, are a certain type. The type that don’t give an F that you’re driving an SUV behind them at their bike pace. Or that you’re honking or trying to pass. The ones with no fear of cars. Cause although a bike has the right-of-way, the car, inevitably, has the true right-of-way cause a car vs a bike is not a fair fight. So it takes someone that, in his words, is “entitled” to the road to overcome the perceived fear associated with riding a bike through oncoming traffic, daily, through the rain and cold, to get to work on a winter morning in Minneapolis, Minnesota. And that person with the sense of entitlement to the road, in more cases than not, is the young, white, American, male, bicyclist. 

So which came first, the young, white, American, male, bicyclist living in Portland/Minneapolis? Or does Portland/Minneapolis draw the young, white, American, male, bicyclist? hmmmmm.

Portland, the Last Bastion of White Flight.

Posted in Bitch please!, Uncategorized with tags , on February 25, 2009 by aznheartthrob

Let me start by saying, I dig Portland. Between the book stores, alternative press/comic book shops, vinyl shops, bike shops, dive bars, cabarets, foodie diners, random taco/waffle trucks, and no sales tax, its bomb. But can I buy some diversity there? Is this town a secret amongst the gwei lo’s? How come no minorities consider moving there? Only a handful of people I know have ever thought about going to school at OU or OSU, thought about moving here for a job, or decided to visit for fun. And this is pretty much the next closest major city to California there is!

I didn’t get any outright racism. But what I DID get was the quick turnaround, which is common in places with ZERO Asians. As in, I could swear people were staring at me, but right when I looked at them, they’d turn away. Everyone. Everywhere. EVEN IN CHINATOWN. That’s where I drew the line. MF’er, if I’m in Chinatown, you can be damn sure I’m gonna stare at your GWEI LO ass until it hurts. I just don’t understand why the hell you staring at me?! But on top of that, the Chinatown was the WORST CHINATOWN ever. We’re talking dragons and lions at restaurant entries, shops that sell KUNG FU outfits and nunchuks, and restaurant names straight out of a Rush Hour 3 fight scene. Just pick out your restaurant using this handy Random Chinese Restaurant Name Generator: 

 

 

 


  1   2   3
           
  Golden   Pearl   Delight
  Emperor’s   Garden    
  Great   Empire   of the Orient
  Cantonese   Wall    
  Mr. Lee’s   Canton   Village
  Oriental   Dragon    
  123   Lotus Flower   House
  ABC   Silk Road    
  Hong Kong   Buddha    
  Cantonese   Monk    
  Schechuan   Moon    
  Lucky   Dynasty    
  Flying   Bamboo    
  Red   Yangtze    
  888   Shanghai    
  King        
  Hunan        

 

 

I don’t know if it’s the Chineers’ peoples fault or if they’re just catering towards the audience that wants their favorite Kung Pao Chicken restaurant adjacent to the store that sells firecrackers and Chinese stress balls. Not to mention some amazing trinkets like this:

 I can't wait to have my own kids.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So my advice: visit, but don’t move to Oregon. Unless you want to be mistaken for a worker each time you enter a PF Changs. But you would actually deserve it if you’re Asian and you’re eating at an f’n PF Changs. 

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