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Yeats Lunch

I saw Barack Obama give a little speech on Saturday. This is not an endorsement people, not at all. I still don’t know who the heck I’m going to vote for. But he was doing a Whistlestop tour of certain R5 train stations, so I figured I’d just bike myself down there and give it a looksee. There were tons of people there and he gave a nice little inspirational speech. Did he convince me to vote for him? No. No one’s convinced me as of yet. Afterwards, we were starving, so we walked around a little bit, got tired and even more hot, and so we stopped at Yeats.

T and I ended up ordering the exact same thing – classic wedge salad with grilled chicken and honey balasmic vinaigrette. It was the perfect thing on an 80-something degree hot ass Saturday. Lettuce, bacon, cukes, tomatoes, chicken, and a zesty dressing. What’s not to like? It was nicely air-conditioned and we were so thankful. It was pretty empty, but then again, I’ve never seen the place very busy. The service was just fine as usual and T enjoyed a nice cold beer too.
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Yeats Smoky Pub

I live in the vicinity of many a pub: Gillane’s, John Henry’s, JD McGillicudy’s, PJ Henry’s, the Oakmont, Peabody’s, McCloskeys… the list goes on and on and on and on. I could go to one a week and probably not run out for a year. Yeah, there’s quite a few. On Friday night, I checked out Yeats Pub, which is actually a pretty cool place, unfortunately tucked between a tire store and a NAPA auto parts store on route 30. Do not let their horrendous website fool you. The place is actually quite decent.

The place is fairly narrow and long, with the bar pretty much taking up the entire left hand side. It’s quite an impressive bar, with way too many bottles of booze and plenty of taps. They have quite the beer selection. The rest of the place is all for dining, and is pretty much made up of all booths. It actually looks like a library you would find in some old Irish castle or somthing. They have a huge chalkboard in the back for all their daily specials. You get free bread and tomatoes. Both are good.

T got the caprese salad to start (I think that’s what it was), which had mozzarella, tomato, some grilled veggies, and of course, basil, with a balsamic dressing. I had a little taste, it was yummy.

They have maryland crab soup as a regular item, and had an italian bell pepper and chicken soup as a daily special, but I decided to go with french onion soup. I’ve had much better french onion soup. The onions were thinly sliced and they were all tangled up in a big mess, so it was difficult to eat. The cheese was also just a slice that was plopped up on top and melted, so it was hard to manage. And it wasn’t very hot. French onion soup should be scalding, no? It wasn’t terrible, but I’m going to have to pass on it next time.

T had been raving about the crabcake sandwich, so of course, that’s what he got. And oh yeah, it was good. He wasn’t making it up.

I was quite indecisive that night, so I just went with a burger. A very large burger, mind you. A very large angus burger with cheese. So big that I only ate half. And you know, I’m usually one to clean my plate. They’re a little overzealous with the lettuce there. One small piece will do, but they give you a giant piece big enough to 5 burgers. Oh, and the fries? Really frickin good. Seasoned, crispy, and hot.

The service here is good and attentive. For a Friday night, it was fairly empty. Could have been that it’s Easter weekend. Too bad we weren’t there on a Saturday night, they have karaoke. Haha. On Thursdays, they have Quizzo. Sadly, since it’s in the burbs, you can smoke here. It seemed like everyone else there was a regular, and they were all heavy smokers. By the time we left, we stank like ashtray. Blech. When this place goes smoke-free, it’ll be unstoppable! They also have plenty of TVs all over the place, so we were able to take in all of the March Madness hoopla.
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The Oakmont Pub

One of my favorite places within (almost) walking distance from my house is the Oakmont National Pub. It’s a nice, relaxing, and unpretentious neighborhood spot, with a surprisingly good selection of beers and some good food. The spot used to be an actual bank, hence the “national” in the name. Some time during my childhood days, this used to be another restaurant. Then one day it burned down. And from the ashes rose up the Oakmont.

When you walk in, there’s a sizable bar, the kitchen in the middle, and some booths on the side. There is also an outside dining area, which they call their “outdoor beer garden.” I wouldn’t go quite that far, but it is outdoors, and during the cold months, it’s enclosed and heated. There is also a very small dining area upstairs, which overlooks the entire downstairs.

They have regular bar fare, burgers, salads, some pasta dishes, seafood, veal, and some of the most humongous cheesesteaks you’ve ever witnessed in your life. They also have a great selection of beers on draft (no bud or miller lite pints here) as well as a full booze bar.

J ordered the french onion soup as an appetizer. He almost damn near burned his mouth off. But he still liked it. He also got the meatloaf. It came with mashed potatoes, gravy, and some beautiful looking garlicky green beans.

I went with something I’d had before and liked, turkey pot pie. I still liked it, but it was a bit saltier than I would have preferred. I probably also wouldn’t have minded if the puffed pastry was cooked a bit more. But otherwise, still good.

We were sitting upstairs, but the service was just fine. They did not forget about us up there. We’re in the burbs, so you can still smoke here, which is a bummer, but I guess you just have to deal with it. On a surprising note, there was strangely good music playing here the whole night. I certainly did not expect to hear Teagan and Sara, Spoon, Modest Mouse, and the like from the stereo at the Oakmont. I thought for sure it would just be some sports game or country or black eyed peas all night. I really like this place. I will like it even more when it goes non-smoking. So hurry up Ed Rendell!
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