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if (preg_match('/]+)?>/', '') { echo ' | ' } else { echo 'I was born in a small town in Schuylkill County located in the Anthracite coal mining region of Northeast Pennsylvania. This area is known for its hard workers, hard drinkers, great food, and ethnic diversity. It is also the home of Yuengling Brewery, America’s Oldest Brewery.'; }
This area is comprised of descendants of Slovak and Italian immigrants, and really know how to party. Almost weekly during the summer months there are "block parties" sponsored either by the local churches or by the numerous fire halls. At these parties whole town blocks are corded off for fun, food, and of course, beer. The beer (always Yuengling Premium) flows freely. It is part of the culture that has led this area to be the biggest consumer of Beer per-capita in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. |
Another thing that is unique to this area is these bars that are almost impossible to find unless you know someone who goes there, usually this bar is located in someone’s house. No signs are located outside the bar to invite you in, but no invitation is needed. Just come in and take a load off.
The bar I frequent is located in my birth-town, and is down an unpaved road. This bar has no signs, and no indication that it is a bar whatsoever. It is located in a small two story house. If you didn’t know better you would assume that it is just a regular house. The whole downstairs, with the exception of the kitchen is the bar. It is like visiting some friend that has a bar in their living room. The kitchen adjoins the bar room, and during supper you can smell what they are preparing for their dinner. It is their home, and they welcome you.
Their beer selection is small, they only have Gennessee on draught and only a half a dozen or so different domestics in the cooler. They carry no imports, no "malt beverages", and no wine coolers. The point of this bar is not to drink the best beers in the world, but to drink the beer you got with people you love to be around. The people who go there drink the beer, love the beer, and more importantly love the camaraderie. It’s about the company, and drinking a cold .50 cent draught. Everyone takes turn buying rounds.
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Article comments
1 - Mark Saleski
i read this last night and wuz gonna comment but the batteries croaked on the wife's laptop...
very cool. this reminds me of when i used to go to the Eagles club with my dad when i was a little kid. he would toss back a couple of cold ones while i played with the "hockey puck bowling machine".
this appears to be cooler than that though. too bad things like this are dying out in the age of the strip mall.
man, i could use a beer....
2 - Joe
Good post, coincidentally, I just found this about one of my favorite old bars in NYC.
3 - HW Saxton Jr.
Tom,interesting post.Next time I'm on a
vacation to'"Coal Country" I'll have to
check this out.Just kidding man.Actually
the places you speak of sound like some
of the Gasthaus I visited in the German
countryside.You would've never known it
was a bar were it not for a table or two
of people sitting outside arguing about
politics or playing cards.No signs and
nothing else to indicate it was a bar at
all except a hearty invite in! Nice that
a bit of the Old World still survives in
your neck of the woods.Where I live it's
all prefab stucco Sports Bars & brightly
lit theme bars,not exactly an atmosphere
conducive to a decent evening practicing
the fine art of debauchery...