Olde Northender Pub

Your new bartender does not fit your atmosphere nor staff. Lots of complaints on the street.

The Olde Northender is where my friends and I are meeting during a zombie apocalypse. We've actually given a lot of thought to what we would do if/when this should happen and the Olde Northender just makes sense as a meeting place. With it's $1.75 Geneso drafts, $2.50 PBR big boys. and the variety of snack items it has stocked behind the bar, we'll definitely be able to survive there for a few days. Plus with its close proximity to the lake, it will make our get away to the islands that much easier.

I was much happier here at the beginning of the Red Sox game. Later in the evening, I was less happy. It had nothing to do with the fact that the Yankees were about to lose. The Yankees have lost nearly 2,000 regular season games during my lifetime.

I was unhappy because the composition of the crowd had changed. When I arrived, a very drunk man in a Mike Lowell t-shirt jersey was screaming, "THERE IS NO WAY BARTOLO COLON IS 67 YEARS OLD!" When he was told that the TV had said that Yankee pitcher Bartolo Colon weighs 267 pounds, and nothing about his age, he responded, "SO? WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH IT?"  And a man who told me several times that I would not know happiness until my children left home for good.

I prefer those people to flannel mope warmers. And collegiate people. I would have thought that the University of Vermont provided fraternity space for their ruminant students to drink, vomit, and redrink beer.