Barley's Ale House 1

When Tony travels for work, the kids and I usually order pizza and have a picnic on the living floor in front of the television. Tony recently went to Denver for a couple of days and we decided to switch it up a little. We went to Barley's (which happens to be one of Tony's favorite restaurants - and he was a little bitter when we told him about the dinner). We had a pile of nachos as big as my head. That is saying a lot because I have a giant noggin. Ian had chicken fingers, I had pierogies, and Connor had chicken wings. The wings were too spicy for him, so he then ordered some fries. Barley's fries are awesome. They are batter dipped and then fried. All and all, a great meal. It's a shame that Tony missed it...

Barley's Ale House and Interpol

I love Barley's Ale House (the one downtown, not the Smokehouse in Grandview). It's cheap, the food is great, and the beer is even better. I had pierogies and a salad. And Scottish ale.


My brother had bangers & mash. And Scottish ale.


Then we walked to the LC and saw School of Seven Bells (not a fan) and Interpol (huge fan). The boys in Interpol are always so well dressed. I wish that I had gotten better pictures.


It seems that hipster men have moved on from the mustache trend and are now sporting mullets. Yes, mullets. I couldn't get a good picture, but Paul Banks from Interpol has what can only be described as a combo fauxhawk/mini mullet. It's atrocious.


Here's a screen shot of Interpol's appearance on Conan O'Brien from 2/11/2011. Here's a quote from TeamCoco's site: "Front-man Paul Banks was also sporting a pretty snazzy ‘do that I’m going to call “the baby mohawk mullet.” And if you Google "Paul Banks mullet", you'll see numerous Tweets that say things like "Did Paul Banks lose a bet?" Perhaps that's it. Perhaps he lost a bet and was forced to get the worst haircut known to man.

Tony Likes Attention - 06.06.2009

Tony loves the attention that he's been getting on my blog, and if he tells you otherwise, he's lying. On Saturday we went to Barley's for a late lunch and he and the kids spent most of the time showing off for the camera.

Tony was delighted to discover that Scottish Ale is now served in a pitcher!




Next up, ale washed onion strings.




Then Ian decided to make his "cute" face for me.




Food - Shockingly, Ian had chicken fingers.





Tony had the Barley Burger.




Connor had grilled wings with medium sauce. Connor arrived at this decision after much debate and several minor fits when he found out the the wings would be served grilled and not fried.

I had a turkey reuben with perogies on the side.

Going forward, I am boycotting Barley's food but not their beer - 4.23.2009

Snack time - baby carrots. I love baby carrots. They would have been better dipped in hummus but I didn't have any on hand.


Lunch time - Ian and I went to Barley's in Grandview for lunch specifically so that we could pick up a jug of Scottish Ale for Tony. FYI - They sell their draft beers to go in glass jugs that keep the beer fresh for 48 hours. I'm not a big beer drinker but I love the occasional Scottish ale. I've never had a great meal at Barley's but I've never had a bad one either... Until today. I ordered french onion soup. I've had it there before and it's always been great. This could have been great but apparently the cook was too lazy to actually put this under the broiler. The soup was warm, the crutons were still crunchy (gross), the cheese was barely melted.


Mashed potatoes are one of my yop 15 foods and I love the red-skin variety. Barley's serves buttermilk redskins and they are usually good. These were okay, but not really warm. And why the hell is a side of mashed potatoes being served on a lettuce leaf? Really, I have no probably with my potatoes actually touching my plate. I would actually prefer it that way.


Ian got chicken fingers and fries. I usually love Barley's fries. Funny thing is that their fries taste like ass when they are served at room temperature.


At least I had fun with my dining companion, even though the food sucked.


We ordered Flyer's pizza for dinner. I love Flyer's. It's dependably good and it has the "mom and pop" taste that I oh so love. We got cheese pizza and breadsticks covered in provolone.


Tony ordered an Italian sub and commented that he liked the container that it was delivered in. I guess he's getting sick of my hasseling him on this blog because he agreed that I could photograph the food but not him. Tony is a punk-ass.