I used to go to Tapp’s Neighbourhood Pub.
A lot.
I used to go and drink beer and eat wings and eat sandwiches and drink beer and drink beer.
It was the place to be in St. Vital.
Maybe it still is.
The walls are lined with flat screen T.V.s and V.L.T.s. Bud is on tap.
It’s everything a St. Vital cool-dude frat-bro could want.
Er, hooray?
Tapp’s was the first place I went for a legal drink. It was the first place I went for a real live date. It was the first place I used a jukebox.
Memories.
I’ll always love Tapp’s.
Even if there are a hundred better places in the city. (There are).
Here’s what I had at Tapp’s Neighbourhood Pub
Buffalo Chicken Sandwich: Buffalo chicken, lettuce, tomato, cheese.
Impressions: Sloppy, messy, floppy. This sad sandwich isn’t the prettiest. It’s not the tastiest either. The chicken is crispy. The bun is dense. The tomatoes are cool.
What made it? Nostalgia.
Power Goes Out (to eat) 