Great Midwestern Brewery Tour, part 4 (Bonus Features)

Just as any good Bluray will have, I am going to include a bonus story for my readers.

Relaxing:

Arriving in my room, I was greeted with an almost palatial spread: King sized bed, Large view window, and a giant bath tub. To some of my family members, I am known and The Giant. I am very fond of the moniker. Now I could enjoy some relaxation befitting of a giant.

After some Bocelli and steam, I fired up GroupMe to let my friends know where I was (as if they couldn't find me by my gratuitous checkins on Facebook, Foursquare and Yelp). I polled my Texas Forever group whether I should go have a night on the town or enjoy a night in. Man, they gave bad advice. Just kidding. Of course I am going to go out. There was a karaoke bar across the street and a whole of activity a couple blocks down.

I wasn't sure what the prescribed attire for Grand Rapids nightlife was at all. So I brushed off the Reagan Bush 84 tank and made my way to the door.

Night Out:

Z's Bar and Restaurant

As I approached the door, I noticed everyone was dressed in button downs or half decent attire. Well, that was about to get rocked. The girl on stage was absolutely butchering Whiskey Lullaby. I mean, it was bad. Dunston, you would cried at the horror. I knew the fun of this crowd was dependent on me. I needed to liven it up. I grabbed a cider from the bar, told the man in charge that I was next, and gave him the info for the new American classic, I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys.

Did I need the teleprompter, no, and I wanted the crowd to know it. I owned the stage. Hand motions and all.

I might have imagined it, but I am pretty sure I got some kind of standing ovation. I grabbed the mic one last time, "Grand Rapids, you're welcome."Boom, drop the mic and head out.

Well that was a rush.

Onward to my next stop. Now here is a thing: barhopping solo is not for the timid or the faint of heart. You have to be willing to be overlooked at bar lines and hold your ground.

As I walked the street, I met a fellow big guy. He complimented my tank. "Well thank you." Turns out he was the bouncer at several bars. He recommended I give Stella's a try. Sure

Stella's Lounge

Looks good to me. The inside was a little scary. This was hipster heaven. One side was a calm bar with arcade games and the other was very clubby. When in Rome. I ponied up to the bar and met a gorgeous blonde bartender. She recommended the Chronic Fries. Apparently they serve some good soup...

But I went with the fries. Good call, ma'am. They were delicious. I also enjoyed their punch. This one had a kick.

Well the bar began to close, so I made my walk back to the JW.

Grand Rapids, Thank you and you're welcome.