To best enjoy this years SuperBowl,myself and two buddies headed South of the 49th Parallel to Seattle Washington. We checked into a nearby hotel and inquired with the desk as to the best "sports bar" close to the hotel where we could watch and revel in the SuperBowl mayhem. The clerk suggested The Spitfire, 4 blocks away and easy stumbling distance home should we really enjoy ourselves. As we approached the bar, a sandwich board outside on the sidewalk mentioned cheap beers and best viewing of the game. We were stoked and headed inside. Upon entry we were quickly I'D'd, asked who we were rooting for and then wished a good time. A quick scan of the bar, showed plenty of females of all ages and shapes, mixed with a fair proportion of males; gladly this was not a sausage party. We hunkered down at one of the wooden picnic tables in the main room and ordered a couple of pitchers of beer. The beer was very cold as were the mugs, and in no time we asked for some of the wings that our server mentioned were some of the best hot wings around. No joke the wings are EXCELLENT, juicy, huge, well battered and very HOT. With tables inclose proximity we soon found ourselves chatting with a couple of fans from San Francisco, and casually jawed other fans. One more jug of beer and we decided to make a move for the back room. The Spitfire features a large private room with a bar, huge sofas, many tables and more of the picnic style tables, all facing an EXTREMELY LARGE "Hi-Def" T.V. (could be 70" or more). Because the game had not started yet, patrons ordered from the bar, and so I ambled up, got in a short que and waited to be served. As I was waiting, I could not help notice the bartender. This was a person well versed in their craft, with easy dexterity, her hands flung glasses and bottles and openers and ice in all directions with the results always the same; perfect pour, no spill and tasty looking drink. Sensing the need to pickup the pace a bit with the game approaching; I ordered a double Gin and Lemonade. I wasn't expecting them to have lemonade, but thought I would try anyways. Turns out that was no problem for this bartender. Grabbing a few lemons, she sliced, juiced them and them began muddling them, adding a shot of simple syrup, the 2xGin (very liberally), a quick blast from her gun (soda water), and voila; infront of me liquid heaven. I slurped the contents of the glass, licked my lips tried to pull my gaze away from the stunner who had just made me drink of the year. Tattooed on her arm California. Her name is Taylor, she is gorgeous, extremely friendly, has a beautiful smile, knows mixology and has pearly whites. If you are in the area and are a sports fan, there is no better place to watch the game, enjoy the spirt of sport, revel in victory, drink in a loss than The Spitfire, and for the best drinks, keep your eyes peeled for Taylor from California.
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