Please try to not FREAK OUT right now. In case, you know, you were wondering whether WE knew that it was football season…yeah. We know. We’ve been doing all KINDS of football things. Like, we went and saw the Seahawks
lose to play against the Super-Chargers (Dean sad). Like, we Dean made football sandwiches and we watched RedZone and swam in a pool. It’s been busy, is what I’m saying.
BUT! We did manage to visit not one, but two, new-to-us bars in the quite recent past. Like they say, no rest for the wicked, use all 24 hours in the day… it’s a tough damn life.
RABBIT HOLE: SATURDAY AFTERNOON
Rabbit Hole is the new venture inhabiting the bones of my dear, departed Heights Tavern. The folks who’re running Rabbit Hole also run the only bar in the Gaslamp I can stand, Bootlegger, and their cool, not-quite-too-hip fingerprints are all over this new venture. They’ve added a stage, re-arranged some TVs, and added rabbit-hole-esque details throughout. As you can see from the sign, it was their opening weekend, and there were some issues with the TVs–seems to be the bane of sports bars–but the crowd was engaged and patient. Menu was strange, but tasty, a bit pricey for Normal Heights. (Do I want everything to price out like Triple Crown? YES.) Staff was friendly and efficient. Normal Heights needs a good sports bar–Triple Crown, my standard, is really a bar with a sports problem–so Rabbit Hole is promising. Oh, and Dean wants me to be sure to mention the cornhole game in the back. Check it out.
BUB’S DIVE BAR: SUNDAY MORNING
So, I’m a Steelers fan. Did you know that? And I’ve been dying to watch a game in San Diego’s Steelers fan bar, Bub’s Dive Bar. Several barriers have presented themselves (the bar is in PB, the Steelers have been off & on brutal, I hate getting up early, the bar is in PB) but as the black & gold were playing the hapless, historically bad Jags, we decided to brave PB and check. It. Out.
Lord above, I’m in love. The bar was no kind of dive, with a gleaming bar and windows to let in the lovely day, although they do let you throw your peanut shells on the floor. At 9:40, we were lucky to find two empty chairs. In fact, we only found one. We also found the NICEST people in America, aka Steelers fans. The crowd trended older than the typical PB mess, although that may have been a function of the early kick. Food was cheap and plentiful. Bloody Marys were delicious–build-your-own style. Service was good, given that we were at a “bar” table, and that it was jam-packed by 10:30.
Did I fail to mention, two paragraphs in, that the bar played a Steelers fan song??? It’s no San-Diego- Super-Chargerz, but it’s awesome. I’m going to back there to learn more of the words and get a Pittsburgh boyfriend next week.