Friday, July 30, 2010
Oddly shaped objects and twofers at the Rendezvous Tavern
When Anne and I planned to rendezvous at the Rendezvous Tavern, we managed to fulfill every clarification, but one. I'm not saying several spacecraft couldn't have shown up at 3101 Magazine Street...only that I was unlucky enough to have missed it.
I hadn't visited the Rendezvous Tavern since my crazy, hazy days with Shalom, but I vaguely remembered one hell of a happy hour...three-for-one well drinks! Brightly colored jacks marked how many you had left and after the third cocktail (usually a margarita...heavy on the salt!), someone had already bought another round. It was a very good thing my apartment was only a few blocks away.
The bar was dark and cool, just like I remembered it with a long wood bar running along the far wall and flaunting a good stock of choices. There's a coin-op pool table or darts in the loft-like area in the back, but Anne and I made a beeline for the bar. We wanted to drink.
Three cocktails and a shot called Pumpkin Pie (Goldschlager, Baileys and Kahlua) later, it was feeling just like old times and I was looking for left-over jacks. We decided to walk up Magazine to seek some nosh, disappointed it wasn't Free-Indian-Food-Sunday when Rendezvous serves rice dishes from Nirvana. As we left the bar, we spotted a couple of Nissan Cubes and a Mini-Cooper (does that count?), but from what I heard, there were a few abductions and a really great light show after we left.
Why do I always miss all the good stuff?
Written by Kim Ranjbar