Come Sunday, you’ll require a few crucial things:
1. Multiple flat-screens.
2. A river of beer.
3. A skewer of beef hanging over your table.
4. A game that doesn’t end with a fourth-quarter debacle.
For help with 1 through 3, see Primebar, a new non-sports-bar sports bar, opening tomorrow night in Uptown.
To the untrained eye, this doesn’t look like a sports bar: there’s a brick wall covered with photos of women sipping martinis, another wall stocked with floor-to-ceiling wine and caged Edison bulbs hanging from the ceilings. (Also: a total lack of Staubach jerseys.)
But then you notice the 15 TVs over the center bar, the 118 beers on tap and a section on the menu titled “sliders”... and yeah, it’s a sports bar.
Here’s how it’ll go down. Come Sunday, you and your fellow pigskin enthusiasts will pile into an oversize brown leather booth and summon a round of Lost Gold IPAs and pork tacos. After a little conversation on Tony Romo’s latest interception, it’s time to go for it: an 18-inch beef skewer that they’ll set up in the middle of your table. (And yes, you want the chimichurri sauce.)
You could also use this place as a date spot (ideally during the next Cowboys bye week—Rob Ryan’s hair has a way of distracting you). Go to the patio and grab a table—made from an old tree trunk.
Oh, right: there’s also a patio.
1. Multiple flat-screens.
2. A river of beer.
3. A skewer of beef hanging over your table.
4. A game that doesn’t end with a fourth-quarter debacle.
For help with 1 through 3, see Primebar, a new non-sports-bar sports bar, opening tomorrow night in Uptown.
To the untrained eye, this doesn’t look like a sports bar: there’s a brick wall covered with photos of women sipping martinis, another wall stocked with floor-to-ceiling wine and caged Edison bulbs hanging from the ceilings. (Also: a total lack of Staubach jerseys.)
But then you notice the 15 TVs over the center bar, the 118 beers on tap and a section on the menu titled “sliders”... and yeah, it’s a sports bar.
Here’s how it’ll go down. Come Sunday, you and your fellow pigskin enthusiasts will pile into an oversize brown leather booth and summon a round of Lost Gold IPAs and pork tacos. After a little conversation on Tony Romo’s latest interception, it’s time to go for it: an 18-inch beef skewer that they’ll set up in the middle of your table. (And yes, you want the chimichurri sauce.)
You could also use this place as a date spot (ideally during the next Cowboys bye week—Rob Ryan’s hair has a way of distracting you). Go to the patio and grab a table—made from an old tree trunk.
Oh, right: there’s also a patio.
