Years ago, many of us in our … early 20s … used to go to this one bar quite a way out of town.
By the real name, it was the Meredith Inn. But we all called it “Uncle Andy’s,” after the owner of the joint. He was a classic old bartender/bar owner. The food consisted of picked eggs, frozen pizza, or chips/pretzels.
It was a bit of a dive bar. A pool table. Some fooseball. A back room where people could pick up beer to go. A lot of space that wasn’t used as well.
The TV was smaller, but there was usually news on it, and that’s what Andy watched.
What we were there for, though, was to throw back a few cold ones and that, usually, meant pounders.
Pounders, as we affectionately called them, were 16-ounce Genessee red eyes. This was a gut-bombing beer, that’s for sure. But when cold, it went down smooth, most of the time.
At one point, we had a solid crew. So we decided to make up “Inn Crew” cards. We went to a local printer (check the photos … this is old school) and had a bunch made up.
Our tag line?
“We don’t stop poundin’ til the pounders are gone!”
The few of us who were there a bunch, had some thicker ones made. Somehow, I found mine and I still have it.
Nowadays, I am not sure I could stomach a Genny, be it 12 ounces or a pounder. But I look back at those days fondly. They were fun and it was a nice part of my younger days.
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