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Underage Backstage at Barrymore’s Bar

Barrymore’s Bar in Lincoln, Nebraska is unique. It is located in the backstage area of what used to be the Stuart Theatre. You enter the bar through an alley. The bar entrance was the performer’s stage door when the theatre opened in 1929.

Barrymore’s was always dark and musky and smelling of sawdust and rope. The Stuart theatre is still a performance space with seats and a stage and on the other side of the fire curtain remains Barrymore’s — still backstage — and still thriving with life and ambition and still giving off a strange ambience of being someplace you don’t belong but were always meant to be in the end.

Barrymore’s is where the radio people I used to work with would hang out before, during and after work because the station was on the eighth floor of the same building. If I joined them during the day I always had a pop while those around me would slowly make their way into the slosh. One day my friends and I were hanging out downtown after school and we decided to go into Barrymore’s.

Barrymore’s was an upper class bar. It wasn’t like the bar troughs clotted along downtown where University of Nebraska-Lincoln students would head for the cheapest buzz they could find. The five of us sat down together at a tiny round table. The waitress came over and smiled and asked what we were drinking as she placed a cocktail napkin before each of us. She said drinking in such a way we knew she mean alcohol and not pop or water.

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A Toast to Pyramid

It caught my attention recently after watching musical performer Franz Ferdinand on Saturday Night Live that an advertisement I never really noticed too well popped up. It announced that the musical performance on Saturday Night Live was sponsored by Budweiser, still proclaiming itself to be the ‘King of Beers’. I of course have long disagreed with this title however the monarchy apparently continues, no doubt in part because of low prices and widespread advertising. I would like to suggest that if it is available to you, you entertain Pyramid Ales & Lagers as an alternative.

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Kate: Chapter 13

The Peculier Pub is not particularly peculiar in any way other than how it has a large number of incredibly delectable beers on tap yet somehow manages to attract a myriad of people who come in to spend their money on watered down commercial American swill, the sort that would generally be found in large kegs at parties with people all around it doing hand stands and trying to drink as much as possible without getting alcohol poisoning.

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On Boddington's

I was first introduced to the beauty that is Boddington’s about a year and a half ago, although I’m not sure where I was. Most certainly, it was a restaurant or a pub – note, not a bar. Either they had run out of Caffrey’s Irish Ale, my preferred drink at the time, or I was seeking an alternative to Guinness.

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Overthrowing the Budweiser Monarchy

August 21, 2001

Budweiser, if you will believe what you read on beer labels, is "The King of Beers." This is a serious problem for the residents of the beer nation, for they recognize that amongst them many of them are considerably more suitable for the crown.

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