Joint effort in a difficult new year
We ducked into a joint last night.
Had to. Had one of those emergency situations that call for crisis-amelioration of a type only joints can deliver: comfort food of a certain quality, a wide selection of popular ales, hassle-free parking, and passable service.
We settled on the Full Moon Pub & Grill, 100 Westminister Road. That spelling’s verbatim from the customer copy of our bill -- other sources drop the second “i” and add a number to come up with 1100 Westminster Road, and the FMP&G Web site simplifies matters by averring they’re “conveniently located on Route 140 in historic Reisterstown.” (Our experience suggests it’s in the least historic part, abutting what some of my more citified friends call “prehistoric Carroll County.”).
The experience was, in a word, perfect. (Note to doubters: FMP&G currently has a brand new Harley-Davidson Fat Boy in its bar window. This we took as a good sign. Most joints settle for a neon Corona palm.) ...
Saving the best for first, we imbibed Makers, Blue Moon, and Oliver Red. Thus stoked and ameliorated, we had some nice clams (passo lippo) that I heartily recommend (I'm not kidding).
And then we ate some meat and fish. I’ll spare you the details because they are superfluous to the point -- which was to drown sorrows, talk treason, and slouch at table without incurring “looks” from fellow diners.
Tangentially, the meal pulled a gun and shot in the heart my New Year’s resolution to eat nothing but steam and reduced-cal celery till May. It was worth it. I’d do it again for a good cause. Maybe tomorrow. (May is a long way off.)
Finally, it occurred to me as we left the ample parking lot, that there’s a Top 10 in this somewhere: The top ten places to de-celebrate, to retreat, regroup, or cower.
Or if you don’t want to give away your secret joints, what are the top 10 reasons to visit them: recalcitrant co-worker; coldest day of the year and my heater keeled over ($5,100); my baby lef’ me; the Nissan’s water pump broke ($700); my baby didn’t leave me; I broke my resolution just five days into the new year. ...
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