On a frigid Michigan night, there's really nothing like walking into the warmth and coziness that is Slows Bar-B-Q on Michigan Ave. in Detroit. We love it. And as my Dad reminded me yesterday, it was one of our first hangouts when we moved back to the D.
Last night reminded me why. Sure, we love the exposed brick walls and the 20 beers on tap (at which I simply look longingly these days). But the real draw is the people (bartenders and the patrons).
Yesterday, we hung with Stan, a Chrysler employee who was drinking Grand Marnier and sitting by himself at the bar in a big poofy fur-rimmed coat. He looked like he wanted to be left alone, but Stan turned out to be a super-softy who loves dogs, cats, fish and reptiles. (And hates Michael Vick. Yeah, us too.) Patrick and Stan started out with Pistons chatter (always a good bar topic). But that quickly migrated to talk of clear versus silver braces, Syracuse, Shar Peis and just a dozen other topics.
The night went by too fast at Slows and before we realized it, it was time to hit the road. Perhaps we'll meet Stan again, but if not, I'm sure there'll be a new character at the bar next time. Can't wait.
(Want to know the inside story? Click on the short video below.)
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