New Year’s at the Olde English Pub
There’s a lot of pressure to have fun on New Year’s. It’s similar to the pressure one feels on their birthday. You know everyone is going to ask you, “What did you do for New Years?” I mean, everyone alive does SOMETHING on New Year’s. If you don’t drink and have no friends, you’re in bed. A few years ago, I was at the movies. But this year I started seeing a lot of advertisements on Steve Barnes’ Table Hopping Blog about New Year’s parties. Now, I know exactly what I don’t want on New Year’s because I’m pretty confident with who I am.
Wolff’s Biergarten was doing another Beefsteak event, which would be amazing if it wasn’t New Year’s eve. There is a place and time for pigging out on all you can eat filet, but ringing in the New Year didn’t seem like it. Having gone to inaugural beefsteak in the fall, I felt it was a little too soon and the $85 price tag was out of my range.
There were 6 of us total who bought tickets and because the place is relatively small (which isn’t a bad thing at all) we wanted to make sure we got a table together. A very accommodating bartender told my friend that we should get there at 8 to make sure we got a table. Show up at 8 instead of 9 and get in an extra hour of free drinking? Sure! So we did, grabbed a nice table on the first floor (so we wouldn’t have to trip down the stairs) grabbed a deck of cards and started to play BS while sipping from the pub’s awesome glasses.
One of the big reasons why I wanted to come here was that they don’t offer anything like Miller Lite or Bud Light on their beer menu. So that automatically removes most people who don’t know anything about beer. It also removes the crowd that wants to get drunk on 30 light beers on New Year’s. My night consisted of drinking Newcastle, Carlsberg, Fuller’s London Pride, Belhaven Twisted Thistle, and a few others I can’t remember. I definitely got my $50 worth of beer. While we were initially worried about the bar being super crowded, it turns out that the servers would simply come over to our table and ask to refill our beers. You can’t beat that. It was everything being an American should be, getting drunk and fat while not even leaving your seat.
Dinner was a choice of prime rib (which looked like a decent sized cut), cornish game hen, and stuffed mushrooms. I went for the game hen because well, when do I cook a game hen? It was amazingly (sorry Louie C.K.) moist, and to enjoy it I just broke off the wings and ate with my fingers. It came with asparagus and roasted potatoes. Great stuff. Dessert was self serve and consisted of brownies, fudge creations, red velvet cake, something in a flute that was impossible to eat because they didn’t have Friendly’s style long spoons and some really good tart-like sweet things (that was really descriptive eh?). The one thing I wish they had was a basket of bread because it would’ve helped add to my carb diet for the evening.
The servers were friendly and really attentive. The rest of the crowd was a lot of fun, everyone joined in to sing along with the classics on the radio and I didn’t see any fist fights or puking. The only awkward part was the actual countdown to midnight because well, there are no TVs inside the place and everyone’s phone was running slightly differently. But we got to drink our champagne and spend another hour and a half drinking before we headed off into the night. Walking home, we walked past Pearl Street, past a bunch of drunk girls wearing no clothes and a groups of guys that looked like they were really pissed off that they didn’t get laid (thanks Louie C.K.) and I was REALLY GLAD that I had gone to the Olde English for New Year’s. I’ll definitely be back next year.