Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Whistling Post - R.I.P.

"The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire! We don't need no water—Let the motherfucka' burn! Burn, motherfucka', burn!"
We got woken up to the sirens yesterday at 4AM and finally stumbled out of the cabin at 5:30 to see that our local watering hole had burned to the ground. This bars been around for a 100 or so years, was THE local gathering spot for the older community and served some of the best fried chicken ever. I haven't been frequenting the place much these days but something must clicked on the YO-Dar as last week I took the reps there for a chicken feast on Thursday, then spent way too much time in there on Saturday night with the Absenthe crew. Nothing but fond recent blurry memories of the Whipper are in my head. Apparently, the fire was a cover up for some meth heads that broke into the ATM and stole $3g. Fucking dopes.

5 comments:

  1. Anonymous9:08 PM

    Whets the new spot gonna be? You know Skytucky can't go ongwithoutba booze hole!

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  2. The thought of not making my big belly bigger on some d-licous pressure cooked fried licky and jojos brings a tear to my eye. Well it looks like kid fresh needs to find a cabin over the hill near a different speakeasy. Bummer on so many scales.

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  3. Joe mama6:08 PM

    What he fuck do we do now?!

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  4. Ah, "meth heads" as scapegoats? I like it! Good plan.

    srslytho I find it a little weird too that I hadn't been in there but one time before three weeks ago. Must've been called in by ghosts of PNW past to check out an O.G. watering hole one last time.
    I shared a couple pitchers, muttered something about "cash only WTF," and left.

    We're almost to a place where Outback Steakhouse and fake ol-timey shit is our real ol-timey shit. I'd like to think it's something other than me just getting old--is it? Kids today going to talk about Quizno's like I talk about Pizza'n'Pipes or some shit?

    Whatever.

    Gotta bow my head in a moment of silence for The Whistling Poast for sure. Definitely had that thing.

    PROBABLY SHOULD'VE ALLOWED FUCKIN CREDIT/DEBIT CARDS SO THERE WAS NO NEED FOR ONE OF THOSE CROATIAN ATM MACHINES THAT TEMPTED MEFFHEADS WHO BURNED THE SHIT DOWN...BUT STILL: R.I.P. Whistling Poast.

    I'm sure you'll localize the Denny's or whatever else shitty shit replaces it.
    Maybe it'll be some open-beam nu-lodge looking Chair 9 type joint. Can't really argue with those.

    Maybe you should open up the C3 Experience Theme Restaurant/Playland. A Windell's with a tavern. With weekly rotating guest pro sushi chefs.

    I blogg in other blogg's comments now.

    leight

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