The list of Every Bar in Lakewood has
slowly expanded since last July. I've had bars open in a new
locations. Some bars weren't originally on the list and added later.
There have also been the bars that have closed and been replaced by
Mexican bars (by July 2013 the count will hit 3.) This week I go
back to the location of my now deceased favorite bar. Barrio is bar
#40 and the first bar location I'm doing a second new bar blog at.
Entering Barrio is almost overwhelming.
The tables and bar were packed. The walls are coved in a skeletal
Mexican fiesta. The bar bottles are all glowing along with a bright
stained glass window in their center. Basically, there is awesome
going on everywhere you look. I was greeted by my favorite
bartender/waitress Vicky (sadly, she wasn't my waitress tonight) and proceeded to wait for our table to be
ready.
I made my way to the glowing Mecca that
was the bar and ordered Revolution's Bottom Up Wit. This is one of
my favorite wheat beers. That's not the story which unfolds at this
moment. The woman next to us at the bar, after giving us a couple
inquisitive looks, asked if we were some of the people that founded
the blog. We told her we were and I was the writer. She didn't
believe us and quizzed me with the question: What was the bar in your
first blog? Obviously, I passed. She, like myself is a big
proponent of buying and eating local. We talked about our favorite
bars and hers. Her preferences lean toward proximity to home and
quality of food. I do like talking to my fans . It obviously makes
me feel appreciated and keeps me motivated to not get lazy on my
blogs.
Then we got our table and I realized I
never told Katie how many people were coming. We let who I think was
the manager (I may be mistaken) know that our three person table
wasn't big enough. He let us know that the newly empty table next to
ours was reserved and asked when our friends would arrive. I replied
that they were in the doorway. He broke down and gave us the table.
Sorry, to the people that reserved the table. At least the wait was
only 10 or 15 minutes.
At Barrio you don't need to use words
to order. You fill in sheets of preprinted paper picking out
everything you want. There was a normal menu for our liquid
refreshments and we used our mouths to order those. Our waitress,
who was by mildly often, asked if we had any questions but didn't add
anything extra to our experience. The only problem with the service
was running out of chips, which would lead to a distressed Jonn later
in the evening. I would have liked a quick intro for new people.
Explain how to order, that we would get chips for all the sauces and
salsas on the menu and things like that. My friends explained it to
me. Anyway, there were a lot of options for our tacos.
The tacos were good. I preferred the
two cow options to the pig but this was due more to personal
preference than anything. They have a lot of yummy options for
everyone, including cheeses that make me happy. I suggest adding the
slaw. Tacos are sometimes wet. Not soggy but there may be a
noticeable amount of liquid to the filling. I also really liked the
ghost pepper sauce. I got it on the side so I could control the
amount of spice per bite. It's very spicy ,a bit peppery and not for
the meek. I thought it helped bring out all the flavors. A taco is
required to stop the sauce's burning as it will slowly eat away your
taste buds if you only have chips or liquid to squelch it.
I liked our green salsa for our chips.
It wasn't afraid to be a nice level of spicy. The chips were good, crunchy and not stale. They were also salty enough to be described
as not too salty. I have been warned not to ask for salt. It is for
professional application only and will not be given to you.
When one gets a small cup of super
spicy liquid, one must share it. Not because sharing is caring but
because most people like to watch other people eating something
that's too hot. There are three parts of fun to Barrio's ghost
pepper sauce. One, there is a one second delay on the heat of the
sauce. Two, it stays at its peak level of hotness for the entire
time that its burning continues. Three, the heat doesn't seem to
disappear with time, only with eating tacos. Shortly after receiving
my food and beginning eating Johnny asked me how the sauce was and if
he could try it. I said I had (I hadn't) and that it was good and
not too hot (it was good but it was also, too hot.) So he took piece
of his tortilla from his taco and soaked it in it. He then tried it,
attempted to say, “This isn't too bad.” But then quickly
switched over to yelling Holy Balls. This was followed by a slew of
“WOOooo”s as he then tried to drink beer to make the heat go
away. This of course is like throwing water on a grease fire. This
is a mutliJon story to be continued.
After our first round of tacos. Our
food was gone including the chips. We had put a drink order in. I
went with 5 Rabbit Golden Ale. An excellent beer with a mix of
caramel and malty taste. It's a great beer to drink and a great beer
to talk about with other people that talk about beer due to its
complex and changing taste. Get your 5 Rabbit beers while they last,
it sounds like it's owners are spending their non-brewing time suing
each other. Barrio has a great list of beer and booze. It's not
just a large amount of craft beers on tap but they made good
decisions picking them.
Jonn at this point had decided he would
try anything. I have since let him know that he needs to stipulate
anything good when around or I will simply be telling him to do
things for my own amusement. Jonn tried the white whisky at my
prompting. It kind of tastes like vodka with dirty pebbles dissolved
in it. Jonn then tried the ghost pepper sauce after I told him to
chug it. He instead dipped the back end of his fork in it and
dabbing it on his tongue. He went with, “Oh wow!” He was
surprised by the heat, especially with the small amount they he
tried. Jonn then looked around in dismay at the empty chip basket
and the small glass of rancid albino whiskey. Five minutes later as
Jonn had switched over to simply sulking in his misery we finally got
the chips after waving down Vicky. The burn wouldn't peter out until
his next taco arrived.
Barrio is a great looking bar. I loved
the art work on the walls, the lit bar, the skeleton on the lit up
bicycle, the matte black ceiling, even the furniture was cool in my
book. There was also a surrealism that this was the location of my
favorite bar. You could remember where everything was but now it was
all morphed. Where I once sat and watched the NFL draft there was
nothing but death...and tacos. My memories of the past tried to fit
themselves into these new surroundings. Vicky, a bartender at the
deceased Screaming Rooster made her way through the new settings
within the old walls like a ghost of bar's past.
Number one reason to go to Barrio?
Alcohol. They have one of my favorite beer selections in Lakewood.
They have a lot of taco options to make a lot of great tacos but the
power's in your hands; so don't mess it up. Also, they can be wet.
If you take them home put them in something or they'll leave a mess
in your fridge. Barrios is full of Day of the Dead Mexican fun that
happily avoids looking busy in exchange for awesome. Their service
is the big question, my waitress was adequate and helpful when asked.
She did her job. If I wanted more information I could have gotten
it. Besides the chips, she came by often for such a crowded bar. I
like the order pads, they make me feel more comfortable and in
control of expressing what I want to eat. Somehow, I was the last
one of my friends to come to Barrio and they all complained about
service from their past visits that ranged from inadequate to snide
and rude. Possibly this was just the growing pains of a new bar.
Where does that leave us? It's a great setting with a large variety
of good stuff to drink and of tacos to eat with the possible range of
great service to the not so great. In the end we will all happily go back to,
bar #41, Barrio. There is after all still an army of tequila for us to try.
15527 Madison Ave
Twitter: @barrioCLE
www.barriotremont.com/
The music of the night was famous rock songs of the 70s and 80s.
I assume this was to get everyone ready for karaoke. This brought up
the conversation of, are these songs actually good, or are they only
good because of the memories attached to them. Do I like Hotel
California, which some people may argue is dreadful, because it's
great or because my parents thought it was great and it was ingrained
into me? Is The Eye of the Tiger amazing or does it feel that way in
my head because I ran listening to it in cross country in high school
and saw a montage in a movie containing it? The song, I'll Be
Watching You, sticks out in many people's heads as a love ballad,
especially after hearing it at so many weddings to the setting of
people in new love. Is a song about Sting going mildly insane and
stalking his Ex-wife a love song because our experiences dictate it?
This effect of the events of our lives defining our perceived quality
of music becomes apparent when we think to our favorite type of music
and the bands that really stick out. Theses tend to be the music
from our teenage years, which is always better than the music of
today. The alternative rock of the 90s sticks out to me but perhaps
it's only because that's what I left my childhood listening to. Our
teenage genre of music becomes ingrained in our foundations of who we
are as a person. Wonderwall probably does suck but it carries a lot
of good memories with it, so it's good to me. Luckily, during
karaoke, you can fake the effect of the songs sounding good with
proper amounts of alcohol.
