Sunday, September 30, 2007

The Studio Bar (parte dos)

Although Bull and I didn't have the greatest first experience last Thursday afternoon at the Studio Bar downtown (see previous post below), I ended up going back last night with some friends. They'd suggested we go to the 13th Street Bar and Grill on the corner of Oak, and I was up for that having never been before. I'm always up for checking out new bars. The 13th was closed on Saturday night, which I thought was pretty weird, being a bar and all. Hope they change their evil ways once this arena and entertainment district gets about being asleep at the wheel! So I told my friends we should swing by the Studio for drinks and food. They'd never heard of it before so we all went with the notion...

"My peeps" were pleased with the beer slection, and thank God they didn't order a Bud Light. My friends have better taste and ordered Boddington's and Peroni. I stuck with the traditional PBR, which is always a good call over Bud any day. The menu is reasonably priced and our orders came out quickly. Granted, we were the only four in the bar at the time, and there was no body else in our way on our quest for good eats! And Bull, I have to apologize, but I unfortunately didn't order the standard club sandwich, but went with the fried cod sandwich instead. It was great! And almost too much food to eat. The club will have to wait until next visit. It's almost always my first choice, but the cod happend to speak to me this time, so I went with that instead. Everyone else was pleased with their orders as well.

As we ate, the band was getting set up ready to play, but we had to leave so couldn't stay to partake of their surely amazing tunes. On the way out we'd noticed that the bar had actually filled in quite a bit with music-hungry patrons, but a hunch tells me that they were merely "close acquaintances of the band." I'm hoping the place does well, because I think I kind of like the bar. It sure grew on me the second time around. Perhaps it was just "too dead" during the daylight hours. It seemed more sterile and "cafeteria-y" right after work. The place seemed to transform after dusk into a more traditional pub/live music venue. The stage is great, and it seems like the perfect place for local bands to show off their goods. So, the scoop? My friends and I really liked the Studio and said they'd all be going back. The sevice was good, but I wonder if it'd be the same if we weren't the only table with active orders?

Oh, and another thing. It's only a couple blocks from the Sprint Arena. So, it will be another great place to hop to on those drunken nights wandering, er, stumbling the urban core.

1 comment:

  1. Here is my true drunken rant. I went and checked out karaoke night on Thursdays. Not a huge selection, but they do have the most Michael Buble songs I've ever seen in a karaoke book. And they also have Magic Man by Meart. No, I didn't type that wrong, that's what the book actually says.

    So I got to sing one song, the second song broke and they didn't put me up with my replacement song before the Garth concert let out. Here's the funny part. Around the time the concert let out it was like they were trying their hardest to get the concert goers in. They took one of the monitors off the stage and put it out the back door. They started playing a lot of country. They even had sprint center shots on special. I'm not even gonna talk about the people who came in from the concert except for this. Just because you're seeing Garth, does not mean you have to slap on the black with rust colored shapes shirt that you wore back in 96 over your fat pasty belly. Anyway they pretty well ditched those of us who'd been there all night for the new crowd, so I didn't get to sing again. I'm going to try this place out again for karaoke night when there isn't a concert going on. Because after several beers, I get a little cranky about my karaoke.

    I have a small notebook thing that I keep in my coats, so it really only comes out in the winter. It's fun to read things that I wrote in there last year. And I found out the next morning, it's also fun to read things you wrote a couple hours into a $2 PBR special. I can't turn down a special, and as the night wore on it was easier to just ask for another than trying to come up with a new beer. Anyway, the entries from last night slowly get more and more incoherent and my handwriting got even worse if that's possible.

    First Entry 11/08/07, roughly 8:45:

    Here I am at Studio. 11 something and McGee. Right up the street
    from where I was Tuesday. I may get mugged on the way home. Decent
    bar, long room, bad neighborhood. Might not catch on. Meh, we'll see
    if I get home. Karaoke.

    These next entries must have been between around 10:30 and midnight.
    They get a little tough to read:

    Alright, so why this place won't last. They play to the Sprint Center
    crowd, which is fine, but they play exclusively to that crowd excluding regulars. Contempt for the audience. Garth is only in town this week.

    Still shunning those who put in their songs earlier. Shunnnnnnnnnn.
    (I actually wrote out a bunch of n's)

    Asked to tab out. Says it, I guess. Good location; bad impression.
    (the word impression is almost impossible to read)