Where do I begin?
If I tell you that I am a proud member of a worldwide group called Gooners, would you immediately conjure up a vision of Goonies groupies of the 1985 Spielberg “adventure comedy,”, staring a very young Josh Brolin?
Sorry, Gooners are not Goonies groupies, although simply based on the names, I sure don’t know why not.
No, Gooners are groupies of a different strip. Gooners are Gunners groupies, which, contrary to what the name suggests, are not a National Rifle Association support group.
Gunners happens to be the nickname for the Arsenal F.C., where F.C. stands for football club, but not of the variety NRA members likely follow.
No, Arsenal plays the type of ball game that we call soccer, but the rest of the entire world calls football.
So, we Gooners get up early, often on Saturday mornings, to watch Arsenal play soccer, except it is football eight time zones away, over London, England, way.
If I haven’t lost the point of this so far…actually, I have not yet made a point so far…being a loyal Gooner means going to a respectable local pub and having a great excuse for having multiple pints of Guinness stout, or a good imported whiskey, or, in the case of the wife-person if she cares to join me, a Magners hard apple cider.
Sometimes the live games are on so early California time, the respectable pub we frequent is not even open yet, but we have a local “dive bar” that opens for drinking at 6:00 a.m., which for an avid Gooner is damn respectable to us.
This was my first foray into a dive bar, other than occasionally watching the Food Network show, Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.
(Please, please don’t tell the guys I watch the Food Network.)
I had not heard about this place, so I went to the online review site, urbanspoon, and found this review:
I figured, if I drink enough alcohol I could sterilize my guts from infective assaults.
I also checked out reviews at foursquare, and found this one:
Well, I am not sure the drinks were all that cheap, there were a few “girls,” but, thankfully no fights.
Well, except for the one we had with the drunk down the bar as to whether we were watching a soccer or football game.
Oh, I should mention that many of the online reviews raved about the breakfasts, especially anything with their amazing gravy. I did order biscuits that were drenched with their heavy—probably not fat-free—gravy and it was great.
Especially, washed down with a “few” adult beverages.
God bless, America, indeed!