You know there's a recession when ...
It was midnight on Wednesday in Locust Point, and we were thirsty. No worries, we told ourselves -- we'd have several options for a pint of ice cold, lip-smackin' suds.
Our first stop: The new Banners on Decatur Street. But as we walked up to the front of the building, two women strolled up from the side and told us they'd just closed the place for the night. Business was slow, they said. Business was slow before we got there, we told them. We offered to drink them dry, but they refused to open back up for us. Drat, we thought. ...
Our second stop: the Locust Point Tavern. The lights were dim and the door was locked. Double drat, we thought.
Our third stop: Thornton's Pub. Closed.
Our fourth stop: J. Patricks. Closed.
Think about this -- four neighborhood bars, all closed by midnight on a Wednesday. Most of them have liquor licenses that go until 2 a.m. What does that tell ya? I'll tell ya what it tells ya -- it ain't good, that's what.
Seriously though, it was really frustrating. I was looking forward to checking out Banner's. We wound up at Down the Hatch instead, which was cool because the beer was so cheap. And the folks at Down the Hatch laughed at how Banner's sells peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the low low cost of $3.95(!). They even produced a menu to prove it.
Still, I was really disappointed by Locust Point's midnight, mid-week bar scene.Time to man up, L.P.