The Lucky Dog
I love dive bars. Especially cool ones. Not that the Lucky Dog is a dive bar. But it is. Kinda. It’s small and smells like popcorn and stale beer. They have darts, keno, free popcorn, a juke box and a large HD-TV. They only sell beer, booze, smokes, chips, lottery tickets and pizza. You’ll find the occasional biker and/or a guy who thinks his bright colored hot rod is the coolest thing on earth and you should worship him and it. The bartenders are awesome, the guys are chill and the girls are often pretty. Great place to watch a game.
My company hosted our holiday party at the Boston College Club in downtown Boston. Being the smart guy I am I decided to stay at the Langham Hotel so I could party all night and not worry about trying to make it back to the north shore. Before the party I met some friends at the hotel’s Julien Bar & Lounge. The Julien is seriously one of the nicest bar’s I’ve ever seen. I ordered a Ketel One & Cranberry. They gave me a very, very small Ketel One & Cranberry. They charged me $11 too. Not that I’m cheap or anything. I spend a lot of money at bars and restaurants cause I love it. I know what’s good in life. At least I now know what’s good for ME. It took me a while to figure that out. So at the Lucky Dog $10 gets me a pitcher of PBR and a large pizza instead of a tiny, weak cocktail. Yeah baby!
I really love the Lucky Dog. I try to cruise by there on Thursday nights for trivia with my friends. Usually we win. Last night I was coming home for a friend’s house and decided to cruise in there and grab a pizza since it was late and I didn’t have dinner yet. I saw a couple friends, bought them a pitcher of PBR and ordered myself a pepperoni pizza.
The pitcher was gone by the time the pizza arrived. When you order a pitcher for $6 the pizza is only a $4 bolt on. Great! It’s the best $4 pizza you’ll ever have. It’s greasy and cheesy. Just the way it’s supposed to be. I wrestled with the stringy cheese on my first slice for what seemed to be forever. By the time I was done the grease had dissolved through my paper plate. Awesome!
Almost every night there’s the one goon who walks in. You know the one. Most of the time it’s a different person. This one guy walks in with his collar popped up, wearing sunglasses at night. He also probably spent a half hour trying to make his hair stylishly messed up. You know the one. Anyway, he was yelling at his similarly dressed pals and saying he was gonna play the jukebox. But he was saying, “Kid, I’m gonna play the Yooooooooook-box .. Yooooooooook-box .. Yooooooooook-box!!!!” I’m all like CHRIST!!! Here we go again. I knew he was going to play it. I just knew it. I felt a disturbance in the force.
He walks away from the Yoooook-box and, yeah, you guessed it. He played the one song that every asshole plays while I’m there. He played the 18 minute version of Bruce Springsteen’s Kitty’s Back. This happens every freaking night! Some numb nut always plays it. I mean, hey, it’s their buck, play what they want. I can stomach a shit song for 3 minutes or so. Whatever. But to play a shit song that lasts 18 minutes and force the rest of the place to hold in their vomit is just friggin rude.
Seriously, I love the place anyway. Cruise down there. Peace out. Yankees suck!
Lucky Dog — 129 Cabot Street, Beverly, MA
i love the lucky dog too! who is this?
Lucky Dog rules…good beer, great pizza and the chicks are smokin’!