My tortured interpretation of the word Gastropub is a portmanteau of something to do with gastric upset and pubic something or other. I hate the name. I am offended that a bar with the name Crest, that Craig Dupler tended so proudly, is juxtaposed with it. /rant
I will miss the open Jazz on Monday nights, a more casual jam session early evenings on Tuesday, the dart teams, Frankie playing pool on their table, my dog being allowed to sit by my stool while I sipped a pint and getting to know some locals; a large portion who grew up within blocks of the bar and I'll miss the bartenders who did more than sell drinks.
I wanted to hate it. I visited the other night with @FeedMyBeast. After loosening up and finding a seat at the bar, at approximately the same coordinates I used to sit, I found it easy to accept. Good food, good drink, happy people. Crest looks like it will continue to be a communal place to meet friends, eat, drink and be merry in the center of the area I enjoy calling home. It's different, but it's good.
5.01.2013
Crest (do I have to say it?) Gastropub
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