During the week Northside has some fun music. Â Rachel Robers plays every Monday (<a href="/redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Frachel-robers.info&s=f8d23ba4731102d94eb07de1b095e750f30b82e5a528817f08d559738798b4d0" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://rachel-robers.info</a>) and Zach (<a href="/redir?url=http%3A%2F%2Fzachmusic.net&s=94c2d0f68838f555a4f97656399ce14b77c17b8f4a1fbfafaa5c1cad9e71d4ca" target="_blank" rel="nofollow">http://zachmusic.net</a>) plays with his band every first wednesday of the month.
Northside is a small, interesting place. Â Their food has changed hands at least three times in the past three years.
Right now I think it's an organic thing. Â Though I have not had the food, I haven't heard much about it, either.
But I don't know anyone that goes to the Northside for the food.
People usually go for the music.
On weekends they have blues.... since their claim is a blues bar.
People also go for the wine.
Which isn't bad at all.
My professional wino BFF, his wife (who sometimes I like better than my actual BFF) and I decided to play "blast from the past" and pop into Northside last night after consuming a metric ton of sushi shortly beforehand.
Northside is a bar which has seen me through various stages of my life... I used to go to this bar when it had just re-opened (formerly being Cavanaugh's) in the early 90's with my (now) ex-husband (then) live-in boyfriend. Â My friend Julie's (now) ex-husband (then) live-in boyfriend used to do improv on Thursday nights... and, as I am a stalker of the funny, we used to go to drink cheap beer and hang out.
Later, I performed here with an improv troupe (Clueburger with Cheese - a name we ripped off another improv troupe which had gone defunct) to stacked crowds of our friends.
This was all before I was 21.
Post 21, post divorce - this was the bar that me and my friends from the Literary Guild used to hang out and act all pretentious at. Smoking our clove cigarettes and reading our crappy-schmappy-pappy poetry to each other. Â It was a scene. Â A total Midwest scene.
There was (and, is) an open mic night at Northside which attracted the "avant-guarde" of Crackron, Ohio... people stinking of patchouli with long-hair, Birkenstocks and acoustic guitars took to the stage to play post-Gulf War era protest songs. Â Angry college lesbian poets read pre-slam era poetry about sexual injustice. Â Wacky townies told bad jokes... it was a hodge-podge of bad art.
It was fucking awesome.
Last night we happened into Northside on open-mic night. Â We sat at the bar, so as to avoid being overwhelmed by acoustic versions of "Jack and Diane."
The bar hasn't changed much in 15 years. Â It's still the same dark, wooden bar with a bad wine menu (though we did find a nice Riesling to compliment the hot day which was yesterday.) Â The only thing which really has changed is that the place isn't filled with smoke - as smoking in public places is now illegal in Ohio.
They even still serve free hotdogs to soak up the alchohol. Â Had we not consumed a metric ton of sushi previously, we might have been inclined to go after one of those Dogs.
Northside also has an eclectic calender of live music - mostly local jazz and blues bands - pretty much every night of the week.
But, somehow being back in Northside made me want a cigarette more than I have since being back in the Crackron area.
We had fun with a walk down memory lane for the duration of that bottle of wine, but afterwards decided to eschew ordering another in favor of repairing to my BFF & wife's house to open a bottle of their own brew and watch Ghostbusters.
It was a sign that we are getting old.
It had to happen sometime.