So I'm at a new work location in Essex and see the menu for PatRicks (named after owners Pat and Rick). Â Nothing too striking except that the food is cheap and they always have happy hour specials. Â A few hours later I'm waiting for the bus home and while playing on my new smart phone thingy I find that this place is 3 doors down from the bus stop so I decide to go in for a drink. Â Yes. Â This was exactly how I thought it would be. Â I walked in to a large square bar filled with the finest middle aged folk in Essex and there's only one seat left at the bar. Â Immediately I felt like a fish out of water in my shirt and tie in this crowd but no worries. Â Everyone seems to be having a good time. Â I order a $1.75 Budweiser draft and chill. Â After I knock the bar twice and take my first gulp the guy next to me asks "How's that first sip of the day?" Â With that I practically deflate and say "Oh my god it's the best part of my day!" Â And like that I become part of the bar with conversation and chuckles for the rest of my stay. Â
I hear that the food is good here. Â I also hear that it's hit or miss. Â You could get prime rib or fatty gristle but the shrimp salad sammich you can't make at home for this cheap. Â
Another round later my bartender circles the bar and drops a small plastic shot cup in front of everyone saying "Keith" as she goes. Â Apparently this Keith character just came in and bought the whole bar a round and we're talking upwards of 30 people. Thanks, Keith! Â
This was one of the friendliest, don't-judge-a-book-by-it's-cover bars I've been into in a while. Â Although I stood out like a turd in a punch bowl I was part of the cast of characters by the time I left. Â I'll most certainly stop back in here again for a decompression beer after work. Â
Thank you PatRicks. Â You are exactly what I needed after a long day.
This is old Baltimore at it's finest. Â Holler at it, Hon!