I'm gonna squeeze both of my next visits into this post. There seems to be a recurring theme that goes on at suburban tap. All three times that I've been there, with the intent to review it, I've had roughly the same experience. No host/hostess at the front, poker going on everywhere, bar section of the restaurant fully packed, and either live music or a D.J. Oh oh oh and boat loads of people that I'm mildly acquainted to or someone that either I or a friend of mine have porked... I thought since this was a food blog I would try to keep all my innuendo, double entendre, and things of that nature food related.
Day Two
Saturday, 1AM
Activities-Team Trivia, and a dance party???
It was late and all I wanted was sustenance. I really didn't care if it were baked, fried, grilled, or boiled. Oh and I wanted to wash it down with some beer. One of my favorite things about the tap is the beer selection. They advertise over 50 different types of beer, and since the weather is getting warmer I'm stickin' with wheat beer. I'm thinking Paulaner Hefeweizen, and for food I'm gonna go with...... A burger, an American burger to be exact. To be blunt it wasn't as American as I'd hoped, no American flag tooth pick, no sparklers, and when served there was no one to recite the star spangled banner... but with that said it was a pretty damn good burger, served with freshly cooked French fries that were still glistening with oil... Wait wait wait since this is an American burger maybe I should go anti-France and call them FREEDOM FRIES! Sooo anyways to sum things up for this visit. I came in, sat myself, saw some acquaintances, had some good beer, and ate my burger. The food was great and with a few beers, my tab only came out to about 15 bucks plus tip.
Day Three
Thursday, 11PM
Activities-Live music
With the final sub-tap review within my grasps, I thought it would be advantageous to enlist some help, joining me for a late night meal is an acquaintance of mine... I suppose I'll call him Ramsey, for the purpose of this blog. I went in on this night with, well they weren't the highest of hopes, but they weren't too bad. So off we went into the dingy darkness that is a dive. Sa..nap as we made our in we had a hostess smiling at us, ready to seat us. We sat examining the the menu, I noticed a distinct separation between there classic american bar food and what seemed like almost authentic Mexican cuisine. Everything from burgers, sammies, and hot wings to fajitas, taqueria style tacos, and chilaquiles, which is an awesome Spanish comfort food kinda like a Mexican casserole. We thought why not strike a like right down the center and went with nachos... a nacho mountain to be specific. Also I saw a sandwich on the menu the last time I was in and I figure why not add that to the equation, the Italian cheesesteak. So we have Italia, Espania, and America, its like the United Nations on our table.... now for the beer, after much deliberation we decided on a pitcher of Yuengling, nothing special but it's easy on the ol' wallet.
As we waited for the food I noticed Ramsey staring off into different parts of the bar... I asked what the deal was and he said he had notice three to four people that he knew... that didn't surprise me, because that was also the case with myself. This had became a recurring theme for me, and one of the reasons I thought to bring some backup. There was something interesting, at around midnight the non-smoking section became a smoking section and if thats not to your liking you may want to come in a little earlier. Also with the smoke in the air, it also made us aware of a certain aroma... and it wasn't a pleasant one, Ramsey mentioned that it smelled like a bar mat that was in need of a good cleaning, I couldn't have said it better...
Finally the treacherous peaks were upon us, the Nacho Mountain... which in height and stature matched its name. Tortilla chips stacked with chili, grilled chicken, salsa, lettuce, cheese, jalapenos, and other things. It felt as though we had been transported to a higher altitude, the mere sight of the nacho mountain seemed to thin the air around us. But as we started our trek around and up the mountain we soon realized that it was more like a nacho levy as all the chips were placed on one side of the plate, and as the chili poured over the side I began having flash... maybe it's too early for a nacho flood joke. Besides that the nachos were good as well as the Italian cheesesteak. The beer was good and cheap, also the food was quick to come out of the kitchen.
It was a good visit and if Suburban Tap was nothing else it was consistent. They have a range of prices to meet even the most frugal budgets, or you can ball out with some really nice obscure beer and some of their more expensive menu items. If it's late and your hungry or if your bored and you want some good beer and to possibly revitalize a past relationship than you should keep this place in the back of your mind.
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