I had three beers over the weekend. A Brooklyn Summer ale at the Hops Spot in Sackets Harbor, NY with lunch Saturday. A Saranac Pale Ale at the Chiefs - Paw Sox game that evening. A Syracuse Pale Ale at the Dinosaur BBQ with lunch the next day. Burger. Pizza slice. Pull pork and brisket. What is not to like? Nothing.
Two Shaker glasses and a plastic cup. With the family surrounded by happy strangers each time. Stayed off the highway, took the ten car ferry to the USA then traced the eastern shore of Lake Ontario. Lots of tattoos. Hipster tattoos at Sackets and then working joe tattoos further south. Central NY must be a tattoo hot bed. Or it's just affordable art. The big guy at the end of the aisle with the 15 month year old toddler had a few. He was pounding Buds and loving the game. No bugs. No wind. No humidity. Two triples, a few home runs. An out at home. Ended up 6-6 in the ninth with the home team winning on a walk off walk. Four straight balls ended the three hour game. "I fucking love this!" the big guy said out loud to the night, or just our section. Fireworks at the end of the game and ice cream sandwiches on the way home in the dark.
The server at the Dinosaur late the next morning had more ink. And Amy Winehouse eye makeup. Called the lad "Little Man" which I assured him and his sister who was making fun that when the Amy Winehouse biker lady with the tattoos calls you "Little Man" it's a good thing. The air was still early summer perfect. You could smell the BBQ blocks before you saw it. Sat outside in the shade watching the biker guys drink their beers and laugh. The SPA had good manners. Tasty but not intrusive. Went with the Tres Hombres platter just fine.