There was a crepe-making machine plopping out snacks and a kiddie pool full of beers with openers hanging from the trees.
As I sit here in a hungover haze, drowning in a pool of sweat, stale beer, and regret, I haven't yet come to terms with the fact that the Pittsburgh Steelers are 2-3... after losing to the Tennessee Titans, who were previously 1-4 (toanks to us, they're 2-4 and probably feeling pretty damn good about it).
After all, Kenny Powers was conceived by McBride, Hill, and Best a few years ago in his backyard in Charlotte, one of several ideas hatched as they soaked in a kiddie pool nursing a case of beer.
Served with a fist-size potato dumpling (9.50 euros), sitting in a pool of red-brown beer-and-pork stock, it made this eater — well versed in the ways of southern German cooking — almost giddy.
Here is the place to snag second-hand jewelry, poker-chip trays, World Series of Pool beer steins and kitschy cookie jars that Andy Warhol would have loved.
Back in the day, there were betting pools, a hefty amount of beer consumed and a hazy smoke with a whiff of the illicit.
It cost about US$70 a night for a family room with breakfast included, a pretty pool, and a cooler full of beer.
There were barbecued ribs and sausage on the folding tables, the potato salad was served with an ice-cream scoop and a rubber children's swimming pool was overflowing with cans of beer and bottles of water.
It can be as simple as going jogging together every Sunday, going hiking outside of the city once a month, getting wrapped up in Game of Thrones together, or finding "your" bar, where you play pool and split a pitcher of beer once a week.
Pints of beer, swimming pools, downpours.
