Papa would be Proud

I’ve been on a real comfort food kick lately. Maybe it’s because we’re dealing with all sorts of pesky “life” questions, like what the hell are we doing with it. Yikes. So I’ve been taking more than the usual glee in savoring food, which I had better get out of my system soon before I retreat into a butter-cream-starch-chocolate land of no return. But after a scary meeting in which the enormity of the various decisions facing us suddenly loomed ahead, comfort food and a pint were really all that would suffice. So off to Bar Pilar. Papa Hemingway would be proud. Or at least kick us in the pants.

Bar Pilar’s menu is all about the comfort food – mac-n-cheese, tater tots (tater tots!!??), tacos – sure there are salads but honestly, are you really going to eat a salad at a bar? One food coma and two pints of oatmeal stout later, and we were markedly more relaxed than before. This little annex of Saint-Ex, named after Hemingway’s boat, is cosy and unpretentious. On prime weeknights/weekend nights it can be uncomfortably packed and difficult to make it to the bar, but on a Wednesday night it was perfect. The fact that places like this are so popular should really convince more folks to open up more bars/restaurants on 14th Street – come on, there’s space!

(And while on the subject of 14th Street, what is up with Source Theater?! I’m sick of seeing it dark and empty and covered in graffiti… )

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