Cock and Bull
September 2009 Issue
So I walk in to the Cock and Bull and order a whiskey...
One word.
Lagavulin!
The angels start singing as I feel a sudden warmth rise up from my mid-section. I know she's only sixteen but every time I see her I can't help but be tempted by the lass. She's just so warm, delicious and satisfying! Scotchopedophile? When it comes to this little lady I gotta say "Fuck yeah, I am!"
Imagine my surprise to find one of my top three liquid lovers here in Pueblo! Can you guess what I ordered or are you plain daft? Anything else would've been like opting to make out with Rosie O'Donnell when you had a chance with Jessica Alba!
Needless to say, I order up a glass of my favorite little lady and she is generously poured into a brandy snifter. Generosity, good. Brandy snifter...grand faux pas! Talk to that "Drink Me" chick if you want to swirl your libations around in some fancy glass, but this is not the way a fine whiskey is meant to be enjoyed. Lagavulin has such an intense aroma that when it is confined inside a snifter-style glass, it could likely burn your eyes out of their sockets!
But, I was so happy to have her back in my life, I neither complained nor asked for another glass.
The Cock and Bull. Who came up with that name? You really have to have some bull-sized balls to give a bar a name that starts off with "cock!" Back in New York City a bar named like that could only be pulled off in Greenwich Village next to the Tool Bar.
Don't let the name fool you. This place is no tool bar. This place rocks! There are two floors that are different, yet have some similarities. The upstairs bar is a huge amazing piece of antique craftwork. It has a cool "U" shape that allows everyone in the crowd to feel like they're part of the party. There are a few tables of mismatched but well-chosen furniture that give it a lounge-style atmosphere.
Downstairs, the lounge atmosphere continues with a smaller, warmer type vibe. There's a tiny well-stocked bar in the corner near the stairs and, if I may say, anything that is not stocked down there the staff will happily run upstairs to get for you. Could you ask for anything else? A pool table maybe? The Cock and Bull will happily provide!
The Cock and Bull also has a back patio on both levels, which just totally rocks for a smoking kinda guy like me! They also serve food, which can be good to offset the alcohol intake.
The service at the Cock and Bull is great! Friendly and consistent. So friendly, the bartender insisted that she give my friend and myself a ride home after the bar closed. And it's not like we were really all that wasted; she was just being nice. Good thing for her I don't live in Las Vegas!
Cock and Bull ROCKS! I want to thank them for their hospitality and for helping me use the word "cock" so many times in one column!
So I walk in to the Cock and Bull and order a whiskey...
One word.
Lagavulin!
The angels start singing as I feel a sudden warmth rise up from my mid-section. I know she's only sixteen but every time I see her I can't help but be tempted by the lass. She's just so warm, delicious and satisfying! Scotchopedophile? When it comes to this little lady I gotta say "Fuck yeah, I am!"
Imagine my surprise to find one of my top three liquid lovers here in Pueblo! Can you guess what I ordered or are you plain daft? Anything else would've been like opting to make out with Rosie O'Donnell when you had a chance with Jessica Alba!
Needless to say, I order up a glass of my favorite little lady and she is generously poured into a brandy snifter. Generosity, good. Brandy snifter...grand faux pas! Talk to that "Drink Me" chick if you want to swirl your libations around in some fancy glass, but this is not the way a fine whiskey is meant to be enjoyed. Lagavulin has such an intense aroma that when it is confined inside a snifter-style glass, it could likely burn your eyes out of their sockets!
But, I was so happy to have her back in my life, I neither complained nor asked for another glass.
The Cock and Bull. Who came up with that name? You really have to have some bull-sized balls to give a bar a name that starts off with "cock!" Back in New York City a bar named like that could only be pulled off in Greenwich Village next to the Tool Bar.
Don't let the name fool you. This place is no tool bar. This place rocks! There are two floors that are different, yet have some similarities. The upstairs bar is a huge amazing piece of antique craftwork. It has a cool "U" shape that allows everyone in the crowd to feel like they're part of the party. There are a few tables of mismatched but well-chosen furniture that give it a lounge-style atmosphere.
Downstairs, the lounge atmosphere continues with a smaller, warmer type vibe. There's a tiny well-stocked bar in the corner near the stairs and, if I may say, anything that is not stocked down there the staff will happily run upstairs to get for you. Could you ask for anything else? A pool table maybe? The Cock and Bull will happily provide!
The Cock and Bull also has a back patio on both levels, which just totally rocks for a smoking kinda guy like me! They also serve food, which can be good to offset the alcohol intake.
The service at the Cock and Bull is great! Friendly and consistent. So friendly, the bartender insisted that she give my friend and myself a ride home after the bar closed. And it's not like we were really all that wasted; she was just being nice. Good thing for her I don't live in Las Vegas!
Cock and Bull ROCKS! I want to thank them for their hospitality and for helping me use the word "cock" so many times in one column!
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