Eating Coupeville: Toby’s Tavern

Where you don't fuck with Sue and leave your fucking kids at home.

Continuing on with my quest to eat some form of halibut every day, I stumbled upon an extremely old looking bar in Coupeville claiming to have Fine Food.  That’s really all the endorsement I need.  So I entered.

Since I had halibut fish & chips the previous day at the yet to be reviewed Sunbolt’s I went with the only slightly different crispy halibut burger.  It was essentially a round filet of halibut fried and placed on a buttered bun.  It was delicious and paired well with a Bridgeport IPA. 

Seeing that the Toby’s had their own beer, I ordered up a Toby’s Parrot Head Red Ale for dessert.  Despite it being flat and fairly flavorless, I went ahead an purchased an accompanying pint glass.

I don’t know why anyone reading this would ever be in Coupeville, but if you are, you do need to check this place out.  Decent bar food, many good beers on tap and salty bartendrixes make this the only “go-to” place in Coupeville in my books.

B+  (on the dive bar scale)

 

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8 Front St Coupeville, WA

Location:Front St NW,Coupeville,United States

Diving Dallas: Ships

If despondency and desolation had a smell, it would smell like Ships. This place make Moe’s look like Ghostbar.

And I love it.

It is rare when a dive bar can out dive the likes of The PastTime Tavern and Club Schmitz. Ships accomplishes this task and then some. I dub the The Taj Madive.

Ships has everything you want in a dive bar.

Very low ceilings.

A "United We Stand" banner above the bar that was hung in 2001 that now has a fine patina of cigarette smoke and despair.

There were 20 people in the bar, only 2 of whom were smoking and it was, by far, the smokiest bar of the night, Winedales included.

A juke box containing nothing before 1974.


This place is so smokey, a year after the smoking ban you will still smell like an ashtray vomited on you after you leave.

A+

1613 Greenville AveDallas, TX 75206


Please enjoy my map of Dallas Dives. I've only included those that I've been to. So Windmill and The Goat have not yet been added. But will be added soon, I hope.


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Drinking Victory: The Boardroom

Ugh.

The Jester recommended this place. He must have been drunk before he got here. First, it was way too expensive and high-toned for him. And second, there seemed little here to recommend.

But it did look like a place I might like.

Might.

Things went badly from the start when we had to wait a good bit of time on a mostly deserted patio before having our drink order taken. This was before a Stars home opener and OU/tu peprally at AT&T Plaza. So you think it would have been busier or at least better staffed. When my drink finally arrived there was something conspicuously missing from my Bombay Sapphire martini.

Please direct your attention to the Boardroom logo above. Do you see the olives in the logo? Well, they apparently only have olives in their logo, and not their drinks - or, at least, my drink. I asked our waitress for some olives and she came back with a glass of olives -- three, no toothpicks. A few minutes later she returned and seeing only one olive left, took the glass and asked "Are you done with this??" I yelped "NO!" and took the glass from her.

For a quick pre-game appetizer we ordered their Corn Dog surf and turf. It was a "gourmet" corned dog and a tempura battered lobster. Kind of a cute idea. Too bad neither item had much flavor. I found it strange that this dish was served with two sauces in ramekins about the same size as the food items. But upon eating them, you needed a like-sized portion of sauce just to get some flavor.


I - Admittedly, not enough to make a true judgment. But they will have to ace the final to get a passing grade.

2990 Olive St Dallas, TX 75219

Dangit!! Why Didn't I Think of That??

What a great idea for a bar name. But then, if you didn't already know, I'm what one might be referred to as a nerd.

Of course if I did think of it, the idea would just languish for a few years until all my friends were tired of asking about it.