Propeller Skies

Last Wednesday, I met recurring Propeller Skies character The Professor for drinks at the Brick Store Pub in Decatur. The Brick Store is essentially a neighborhood bar with minimalist interior decoration and a substantial selection of quality beers. This is a place for serious consumption. Upstairs is a Belgian bar, which deserves a review of its own. The Brick Store also has a decent kitchen, which cooks up excellent traditional pub fare.

After arriving, I ordered a cup of Brunswick Stew to go with my Pilsner Urquell. I was not expecting much from the stew, as the Brick Store is not a barbeque joint. However, the stew was thick and extremely zesty. After finishing it I ordered fish and chips, a Brick Store specialty. The fish was lightly breaded and perfectly fried. The batter was appropriately crispy and the fish fell apart like it should. As usual for the pub, the chips were thick, crispy, and bursting with potato flavor. Fish and chips at the Brick Store Pub are better than Meehans and three dollars cheaper.

Although Decatur is inaccessible by freeway and parking is a disaster, the Brick Store Pub is worth the pain and suffering. I highly recommend the Brick Store.

I wrote this post last night, with about seven minutes left in the Rose Bowl. In the original version, I wasted quite a few words mocking the tea-sips for getting beaten by a bunch of tree hugging hippie Californians and embarrassing the entire state of Texas. Seriously, what the fuck do Californians know about football? They are all too busy hugging trees, smoking dope, and electing bad actors. And the PAC-10 is a bigger joke than the number one player hater from South Korea.

After I turned off the television in disgust, the motherfucking goddamn tea-sips pulled it together to beat USC and win the national championship. It kills me that the ass clowns in Austin went 13 - 0 and won an undisputed national championship while my beloved Aggies suffered through their second losing season in three years. However, a team from Texas losing to a bunch of tree hugging hippies would have been even worse.