February 15th, 2010
The Week That Was 2.14.10
We’re a small operation, but we cover a lot of ground. Sometimes it’s hard to sit down and write out an in depth experience about the places we go to every week. To compensate for that we’ll publish a sweet little ditty about the notable adventures of The Loop Scoop every Monday. Where did we go? What did we hear? What did we eat, drink and see? These are all questions that we ask each other and we’ll answer for you in our public forum. Enjoy.
This Week: A Houston Photo Safari, Friday Tastings at the Saint Arnold Brewery, Community Bar: A Place to Drink Alone, Social Drinks at Carolyn’s, University of Houston Basketball, Lost Watching LOST
A Houston Photo Safari (Paul)
For six years I’ve dabbled in photography. By “dabble” I really mean “shot with an AE-1 set on automatic aperture about once every six months.” Since The Loop Scoop started up just over six months ago, I’ve had to take it a bit more seriously. Valentine’s Day provided me with my first chance to go around town, finding spots for photos. It was a safari of sorts that led me from David Adickes’ studio lot filled with enormous presidential concrete busts (at Sculpturworx) to the Sabine-to-Bagby Promenade. Honestly, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday than gallivanting around our great city looking for photo ops. Consider this my challenge to you, Loopster photogs. Though I’m proud of my own work, I know there are those out there that can blow me out of the water. Send an email to email@example.com to accept my challenge and start contributing to The Loop Scoop. We want to do a “photo of the week” showcasing Houston’s talent among other things.
Where Happy Hour Is Every Hour (Marc)
As you no doubt already know if you follow our tweets, this weekend started with a good meeting with Saint Arnolds. It was my first chance to get up to the new brewery, but color me impressed. I couldn’t think of a better way to kick off a weekend then skipping out of work a few hours early to hit up their weekday tasting and open house. The doors open at 3PM and they let people in until 3:30PM. The tasting bar is open until just after 4PM. I took the opportunity to quaff some of the Spring Bock, which I couldn’t get enough of during the Heights pub crawl, because the bars ran out of it after my first beer. If you haven’t been to the new location or tried their Spring Bock, both are highly recommended.
Catharsis: The Art of Drinking Alone (Paul)
Committing to events is not my strong suit. This weekend, I passed on going to the Jim Gaffigan tour stop at Verizon as well as the opportunity to see Snoop Dogg perform at the House of Blues. Why? I have no clue. I just couldn’t pull the trigger. The only problem with failing to commit is that often times that leaves you on your own. Such was the caseon Friday night. Yes, the most social of nights left me to commandeer a seat at Community Bar and down Lone Star, solo. Where as this might seem lonely for some, it’s actually quite a cathartic experience. Everyone needs some alone time, but alone time coupled with the chance to start impromptu conversations with random people is the best. Just bring some props to help you. My recommendations: Pen, pocket-sized Moleskine, camera and a stack of Benjamins placed on the bar. You’re guaranteed to strike up a conversation.
Field Trip (Marc)
One of my friend’s started bartending at Carolyn’s this weekend, which meant that I had to pay a visit to wish him well, and by that I mean order the most obnoxious drinks and shots that I could think of. Carolyn’s is back in a neighborhood off of South Post Oak, just outside of the loop. I can’t lie, Carolyn’s is home to an interesting cast of characters, but if you can handle it, it’s a great place to have a drink. It’s definitely a neighborhood bar and the patrons have been going there for so long they’ve become a dysfunctional family. I’m used to dysfunction, so I fit right in. If the regulars like you, they’ll ask you for your name and offer theirs. Before you knew it, I had the entire bar making fun of my buddy. If you’re lucky, you’ll even meet the bar’s namesake. She doesn’t own it anymore, but she still holds court at the bar.
Things You Could Keep To Yourself, But Sound Much Funnier Aloud
“I remember when Kyle first started bartending and he ran around like a retard, too… Oops, did I say that out loud?”
I have to admit, basketball is not my sport. If follow it at all, it’s not until the NCAA tournament or the NBA playoffs, but Paul and I decided to head up to see the Houston and SMU game on Saturday afternoon. Now, I wasn’t in school for the Phi Slamma Jamma days, but everyone knows about U of H’s amazing history. Saturday’s game was so sad to watch, knowing how mighty the Coogs used to be. Not only was Hoffheinz completely empty, but the game was uninspiring at best. Thank god they serve beer (and, they pulled out the victory)!
Someone Needs to Call for an Intervention (Paul)
This is a note to anyone out there that feels the need to introduce me to something new, intriguing, and addicting. Do not, I repeat, do not think that I need any additional addictions in my life. Just after the start of 2010, Richard took it upon himself to introduce me to the world of LOST. We’ve known each other for over a decade and the simple act of lending me season one of the popular ABC program nearly ended our friendship. Six weeks later I’ve finally “caught up” to those of you that have been addicts from the start. One hundred and five episodes in six weeks. Out of a possible 1008 hours in that time I spent 294 sleeping, 300 working, and roughly 110 hours watching LOST. Those are some ugly percentages… Thank the Island God I only have to waste an hour every week from here on out. Richard, we’ll have words the next time we meet up.And, no, the words will have nothing to do with who you think Jacob might be.