Return to BJ Ryan’s

Normally, we wouldn’t repeat a review but I felt this update was necessary.

Saturday night, I hauled my sorry self out of Hartford County to go see the Anti-Couric. We decided to head over to BJ Ryan’s, where the hot men apparently are. I, of course, was slightly disappointed at the lack of Tullamore Dew, but their generous pour of Jameson on the rocks soon mollified me. We split the Bang Bang Shrimp–nicely sized shrimp tossed in a Vietnamese-ish spicy sauce. I found it just-right-spicy, but the Anti-Couric definitely polished off her beer, her water, and some of my water. Wimp.

Our burgers were definitely tasty, and we ordered the potato wedges to share (we’re such good sharers). When I think of potato wedges, I think larger, thicker fries. These wedges were, well…a quarter of a VERY LARGE potato. They were the most bizzare “fries” I’ve ever seen. Four on a plate, and we each left one.

As for the hot men, there was definitely some eye candy to check out from afar which was greatly appreciated. However, the most memorable “man” in the joint was a middle-aged man sporting a Hawaiian shirt who was not only scratching himself, but attempting to drunkenly insult the Anti-Couric. Not to mention, he was very adamant about NOT sharing his chicken wings with us (to bartender and friends: “THOSE people aren’t getting any of these, right?”). Like we wanted to touch the same food his body part itching hands had touched. To boot, we were lucky enough to see him spill all his left over wings, celery and blue cheese on the side of the road as he stumbled to his car (and then got in and drove off…).

Overall, BJ Ryan’s is my kind of bar as well. I might actually try to visit the Anti-Couric more often if she uses this place as a dangling carrot. It gets two salt-shakers for good food, and wacky–if not annoying–characters.