I go to Huntington frequently. Sometimes alone, sometimes with someone or a couple of someones.
Huntington has many options. I mean, you know that already. And that's one of the first-worldliest of the first world problems: too much choice. The cavemen probably had a single fire they could crowd around. And their menu choices were likely limited to "catch of the day." But now, even though there are plenty of cavemen around us -- just look at the political climate -- we've got choices of not just individual things, but even GENRES of things.
It can make your head spin. My head is spinning right now, but for a number of reasons for which I may need to call a specialist.
But you arrive in Huntington and you park your car or maybe you live within walking distance from the village in which case I HATE YOU WITH ALL THE SEEPING JEALOUSY and anyway you wonder where the hell to go for a drink and something to eat. Some places have good grub but terrible beer options, while there are also bars that serve food fit for someone drinking several beers.
Sapsuckers had become my go-to spot in town. And by that I mean I GO TO it almost every time I'm in town. I've sat at the bar, at the bar tables, at the regular tables, outside in the back, and even outside in front of the establishment, where I stare at people and sometimes they stare back.
I'm a bit of a beer snob, so I appreciate a beer menu that doesn't list Stella Artois as an import craft selection. The rotation usually allows me to try something new, or something familiar that I normally wouldn't find on tap -- like, say, Gulden Draak -- and I can play the big fancy beer snob, sipping from a tulip glass.
The menu is extensive. But again, here we go with all the choices. Fortunately, I've found a couple of things I like -- really like -- so I don't stray too far from them, and the routine brings me comfort. The shawrama is top-notch and comes with fries that are so good but which I shouldn't be eating.
"Oh, I'll just have one," I'll say to no one, or everyone at the bar. And then I've eaten them all. AND THEN I HAVE EATEN THEM ALL
But I've been trying to make better choices lately, so I've more recently been opting for the Greek salad with grilled chicken. It sounds boring (unless you're Greek or maybe from Cyprus), but sometimes (not always) you can appreciate something simple that's made well, and that's this salad. It almost makes me forget that I chose a salad over a dish called the GORDOMAKER.
I rewarded myself for the salad choice with a dessert. The flourless chocolate cake was a little too dry, and didn't pair well with what I believed what a vanilla gelato or nondairy ice cream.
The only other drawback is that the joint gets really crowded, and people sitting at the bar tend to grow roots that adhere them to their stools. But the staff is great. The main bartender resembles a cross between the musician Jack Johnson and the actor Diedrich Bader, in the best way possible. And the hosts and waitstaff are nothing AND I MEAN NOTHING but friendly and attentive.
So yeah, there are many places you can go in Huntington, but this is usually my first choice. Which means there are plenty of other Huntington places you can go, so if you know I'm coming to town (send me your phone number so I can text you) STAY THE HELL OUT SO I CAN GET A SEAT AT THE BAR OKAY THANK YOU
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