POSTED: Tuesday, June 22, 2010, 10:58 PM
Happy Hour is a place to vent daily frustrations and unwind, a time to reconnect with friends and coworkers you don't mind seeing beyond the boundaries of Cubicle Land. It's is also the ideal time to score a deal on your favorite gustatives and gulpables. For this feature, Team Meal Ticket hops to happy hours across the land and files a report every Tuesday.
Let's delve into it at the North Star Bar.
WHERE YOU AT?
There's not a whole lot around the
North Star, on the corner 27th and Poplar in an almost exclusively residential segment of Fairmount. While it's known to most as a music venue, the North Star doubles as lively yet down-to-earth pub, dressed up with tons of antique booze-company signs (some framed, some not), Philly sports swag, show posters and assorted bric-a-brac. A couple older-looking TVs that do the trick. "Oh yeah, I've heard this song somewhere" on the music tip. Grabbed a seat with some friends at a well-worn corner table and hunkered down for pints galore.
WHAT'S THE SCENE?
Neighborhood. Folks wandered in fresh out of work, waved hi to people they knew, chatted it up with the staffers they were most friendly with. Lots of smiles and chuckles and pats on the back. In a word, comfortable. A complete stranger approached our table to check out our new camera and some helpful advice on where to buy lenses for cheap; turned it out he worked as the person who rigs up high-def movie cameras on zipcords across canyons to capture footage of dudes hopping gaps on dirtbikes and stuff. Nice dude. Got wrapped in some ridiculous stories being told at our table so didn't get much of a chance to chat up anyone else, but our server was sweet and showed up at all the rights times.
WHAT'S THE DEAL?
The deal is dope as shit, that's what it is. Every single day — Monday to Sunday, yeah son — it's
half off all draft beers and well liquor, plus 25-cent buffalo wings, from 5:30 to 7:30. Happy happy happy! (
The poster promises that HH is "eight days a week," then is sure to point that that's a "not so obscure" music reference.) North Star's draft list is pretty mainstream, meaning it won't make extreme beer geeks drool or anything, but it's solid enough — I downed two
Dogfish Head 60-Minute IPAs, tore through a dozen wings and left the joint less than $10 poorer. Badass. Though the bar's a bit far-flung for us from home and work, North Star's happy hour is one we'll most definitely hop back to.
