Thanksgiving!!!

Turkey Day 2014!

Good times had by all who not only stayed awake after eating but felt that alcoholic urge to get drunk after eating. Lots of hats won this year, surprisingly though, none of them Hamm’s Hats. Enjoyable none the less however.

First off, Big Black who drank enough Sam Adam’s to start some sort of a revolution against the British all in the name of America! and Thanksgiving!tdaybigblack

As the evening progressed things got more and more exciting obviously and our creator Steakhouse decided to defy the gods and risk a very messy incident. Boy was it exciting though! America!!

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Now the creative side of the bar took over and this guy did something nobody had seen before, a puppet…made from a case of Busch Light. It could even give a blank expression, good stuff.

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And by now hopefully I have bored Fote into a nap and he has given up on reading this post… If he is still reading, we were totally closed when this happened trust me!!tdayme

Another successful holiday at the Brass Rail. Have any pictures we don’t? send them to us!

 

Big Black Fashion Show

Here we see Big Black strutting her stuff like all Fashionistas do. Is that even a word? I have no idea. And in retrospect, it probably shouldn’t be, but when you have words like “Chillax” and “Diphthong”, well, I guess anything goes.

Let’s watch.

I feel like I’m on an airline circa nineteen-hundred-and-mad-men waiting for my Old Fashioned served by a stewardess flight-attendant. Sorry. I’ll sit on the racist side of the bar. Wait a minute — that’s not racist … just old-fashioned! Ha! See what I did there?

Nish-nish. [phrase blatantly stolen from Hoffrey.]

P.S.: River Rat is not doing his duties. I’m very VERY disappointed.

Catch Up!

Hello it’s me…River Rat.

I thought I would use my first post and yes attempt at the Hamms-Hat site by playing some catch up and posting several photos. So lets see… I guess I’ll start with myself just so everyone knows who I am if you don’t already…

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Next up is Jurassic on his birthday!…a very good time to get (excuse me, earn) a Hamms hat I might add.

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Up next is All Star posing with Forty and his “Busch Light hat”, hopefully that is what is keeping his buns so rock hard.

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Next we have a couple very creative ladies and I’m sad to say I don’t recall their names or frat names, I’ll just call them Piggy and Kitty. If you know or recognize them please be sure to tell them the people at hamms-hat.com think they are very creative and would like to see their next work on a Hamms hat.

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Finally we have our new bartender Matt (don’t think he has a frat name yet we should probably get on that) after getting off work from his other job…

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Good times had by all thanks to the beer from the land of sky blue waters. (and Busch Light)

Bandana nailed it …

So the other day, I received a very succinct e-mail from Bandana. I was opening up my e-mail one morning, and there was a message with the subject line: “that”.

This could mean a lot of things: Somebody found or witnessed something that involved bodily excretion of some sort in the alley behind The Rail; her husband Hot Pockets made a technological breakthrough in the consumption of burritos; Gibby figured out a new way to lose money to shiny lights and loud noises; Rick lost another piece of his anatomy — the list goes on and on.

With trepidation I slowly hit the Enter key to see what it said. And it said this:

“Hamms hat website is woefully behind….Just sayin’.”

With a figurative slap in the face and a kick in the nuts I realized what a shockingly egregious thing I had allowed to transpire. This simply will not do. It reminded me of a time back in September of last year when Low End won a Hamm’s Hat. Low End refuses to wear Hamm’s Hats, and so this lonely Hamm’s Hat …

… just sat there by its lonesome wishing that someone would place it lovingly on a head. Any head. Please? A sad day indeed.

And so I’ve realized that to fully keep this carefully sown tradition of over 37 years continuing, I need some help. Consequently I’ve enlisted the assistance of Hoss and River Rat to help out with the chores and provide updates so that when I’m lapsing, my pals and fellow Hamm’s-keteers will continue with the posting of the Hamm’s Hat-iness.

So without further ado, please help me in welcoming them to the arduous, but oh so rewarding, task of making this “blog” (I fucking hate that word) everything it’s meant to be.

K? DOOOOD?

And speaking of Wildman, if you see him, buy him a beer. Cuz he did something the other day that all of us have been wanting to do for a loooong time. And if you don’t know what that is, well, ask Hoss or River Rat or pretty much any of the regulars.

Bayonet!

Supporting the “sweet trucker ‘stache”, as per River Rat’s fine Twitter post, here’s Bayonet asking the big questions. Answer? “Why, yes. I will have another Hamm’s, thank you very much.”

“Nice pour.”

So the other night, I was coming back from dinner with my folks, and I had to drop by downtown for legitimate reasons. Nonetheless, I thought I’d stop into The Rail to see what was up. Which I did, only to find River Rat and Hoss enjoying rounds of “The Leonard Maltin Game”, invented by Doug Benson. That in and of itself is probably worthy of a post all of its own, and believe me when I say: it’s a very amusing game. Basically, imagine trying to guess the name of a movie using nothing but Maltin’s editorializing (e.g., “A total bomb.”) without knowing anything about the plot. [Hint: Maltin does not like long movies.] You’re then given a list of topped bill, and you have to try and guess the movie from the least known on up … easier to see than explain …

In any case, it’s lots of fun, and needless to say, River Rat and Hoss had been playing for some time. At some point, it was decided to get the fancy glasses out. Fancy glasses, you say? Yup — they’re out there. Hidden deep within the bowels of The Rail are fancy glasses. Pinkies were raised.

Here’s Hoss looking very dignified.

River Rat looking equally so.

A shot of our two rummies …

And lastly, some video of a poor pour, if you will … Note the Leonard Maltin book in the background. It’s only the 2010 addition, but I’ll have you know that The Rail has recently acquired the 2013 version. We are an up-to-date bunch, so suck it.

“Negative Two!” (You’ll just have to come in and play to understand what that means.)

THE YAMAMOTO EXPERIENCE 2013

How to begin this post.

Wow.

So many thoughts. So many feelings. So many beers memories cascading through this mortal meatbag of a body I call home.

Let’s begin.

So a few weeks ago, I was sitting at The Rail, and in walks Lemon Drop who was excited to tell me that the Furniture Lounge 11-year anniversary was right around the corner. (It’s May 16th, for those of you with calendars that remind you of shit every year. Take note, calendar enthusiasts.)

Having been a huge fan of Lemon Drop and Everclear’s establishment since its inception, I had nothing but happy feelings for these two troupers. Seriously — if you know these two, you know what I’m talking about. Being a small business owner is no piece of cake, and Scott & Amanda deserve nothing better than the best for doing what they believe in with such dedication and perseverance. Eleven years! No easy feat, let me tell you.

Keith happened to be sitting nearby, and somehow the idea came up that Mr. Slim Jim himself should belt out a few tunes as part of the celebration. Now I was surprised to hear that many folks don’t know that Keith is quite the crooner. My first exposure was probably 12-14 years ago when I was finishing up the Tuesday meatloaf special at Sam’s Cafe. I’m sitting there doing the New York Times crossword puzzle, and, all of a sudden, I hear fucking Frank Sinatra out of my right ear.

“It had to be you ………..

….. it had to be you ……..”

Wah!? Sure enough; lo and behold, there’s Keith mopping up the floor and singing like nobody’s fucking business. Who knew! But yes, it’s true: Keith really likes to sing, and he’s surprisingly good at it.

Over the years, from time to time, we’ve managed to get him to sing a little bit here and there. Apparently, and Fu Dog has corroborated this, there was a short period during which Keith was the only one on his floor above The Rail, and he would stand out in the hallway and sing to his heart’s content. He loved this because he could sing without bothering anyone (his words), and there was “good reverb.” Hey — I believe it … acoustically speaking, there’s nothing like a good hallway all to yourself. Now with others living on the floor, he doesn’t like doing this anymore.

Long story long, it was decided that while it wouldn’t be the best idea to have Keith sing at Furniture Lounge, it was a good idea to have an “after-hours”, if you will, at The Rail post-anniversary gathering.

And that’s basically all of the planning that was done. Aside from it being on May 16th, that’s all that had been decided on logistically speaking.

I know … What is it the kids say? TL;DR? Don’t worry — pics are coming. In fact, here’s one right now.

Word spread fast. I mean, really fast. The whole point was that this was all to be on the down-low. First off, Keith wasn’t particularly excited about a bunch of people showing up. What’s particularly bizarre is that many folks seemed to think that this was all going to go down at a particular time, even though no such time was ever expressed or conveyed in any shape or form. It was only the day before that I had even worked out details with Amanda about the anniversary, and so I told River Rat, who was to be bartending that night, that The Yamamoto Experience probably wouldn’t start til 9pm. Even Keith didn’t know. Still, word is that he was practicing. Oh yes.

When I arrived at the bar on the fateful day, Keith seemed preoccupied.

“Keith, are you ready?”

“Pffft … I dunno.”

“Whadaya mean you don’t know?”

“What time are we going on?”

“Oh, I dunno … 9pm-ish?”

“I’ll be in bed by then. I’m never up that late.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Obviously it was going to be one excuse after another, but fortunately Hoss stepped in and helped try and console poor Keith who just seemed like he was getting more and more flummoxed as the seconds ticked by.

While it’s true that this could’ve gone down sooner in the evening, I had agreed to tickle the keys next door at Furniture Lounge for a few hours. I promised Keith that I would be back and ready to play at 8pm sharp. This did not mitigate his — and I don’t want to call it “whining”, because it wasn’t — it was just this incessant, “this isn’t going to work” — “I’m going to be in bed” — “I don’t usually stay up this late” — i.e., non-stop Keith-isms that we have all grown to love, and at the same time, drives us fucking crazy.

At this point I was giving it about a 50/50 that he would even show up.

Sidebar: I fucking love Keith. He is one of the most memorable characters I’ve ever met in this town. Downtown just wouldn’t be the same without him, but he can be exasperating if you don’t know how to deal with it. I’ll never forget when this one guy, who has an annoying habit of walking in and buying a round of drinks as if that’s what it takes to be liked and the center of attention, came in and started openly asking if anyone knew a mechanic that he could hire to fix trucks. Keith chimes in and says he knows a company who fixes trucks. Well the guy says he wants to actually hire a guy. Keith says that well, none of the guys who work for this particular “truck-fixing company” would want a job, but that he should hire the company.

“I don’t want to hire a company.”

“Why not? They fix trucks.”

“Because I want to hire a guy.”

“Why? I know this company.”

“But I want to hire a guy.”

“Why do you want to hire a guy when there’s this company I know ……”

And this goes on back and forth for at least twenty minutes until the guy is so fucking exasperated that he literally storms out of the bar. Meanwhile, all of us are practically busting out laughing because, well, we all know Keith, and clearly this guy doesn’t. It was fucking priceless.

KEEEEEEEEEEITH!!!!!

But I digress.

So I finish up at Furniture Lounge and haul my gear over to The Rail. River Rat says that I just missed Keith: that he went upstairs with a 12-pack, but oddly enough he left a full beer behind.

Talk about mixed signals: Typically when Keith walks upstairs with a 12-pack, that’s it. But on the other hand, he left a full beer at the bar. At this point, I’m still giving it 50/50, so I decide to leave my equipment where it is without setting it up. I order a DELICIOUS HAMM’S, and sit down waiting with bated breath as to what will happen next.

Your bartender, River Rat suited up for the occasion:

Next thing I know, I hear River Rat shout across the bar: Bryan! Keith just called. He’s coming down. This is in and of itself amusing in that Keith CALLED THE BAR to announce his imminent arrival, but there was no time for chuckling, it was time to get set up!

So Keith comes down, and he’s brought himself a giant pint-glass of orange juice which he’s pounding. I’m assuming he’s just nervous, but then get this:

“Hey Chris, I need a shot.”

Now I’ve NEVER seen Keith do a shot before, or if I have, I don’t remember because I was completely hammered at the time, but seriously — Keith is not a guy that normally does shots.

“What do you want?”

“Gimme a shot of Old Grand-Dad.”

Wah!?!? Yes — that really happened: Keith just ordered a shot of 100-proof fucking bourbon. And then he did another one about ten minutes later. I shit you not.

Ok — enough gabby-blabby. Here’s a taste.

I KNOW there’s more video out there, because there were a ton of folks with cell-phones cameras GPS Receivers walkie-talkies Ronco nose-pickers video-cameras, so if you have any video, please send it or links to steakhouse@gmail.com. I know there’s better shit out there than this snippet.

But it goes without saying: KEITH WAS A FUCKING HIT. Case in point:

Here’s a semi-complete list of tunes we knocked off:

It Had To Be You
Rawhide (which we did about eight or nine times)
King Of The Road
Sixty Minute Man (one of Keith’s personal favorites …)
Breakin’ Up Is Hard To Do
Love Me Tender
L-O-V-E
I Get A Kick Out Of You
Fly Me To The Moon

I swear to God we were doing tunes til almost 11pm. “Yeah — I’ll be in bed by then”, my ass … here’s the crooner himself after the fact like nothing ever happened. Meanwhile, everyone else is half in the bag. And when I say “half”, well, nevermind.

Lemon Drop & Keith, once again nonplussed.

Keith carrying an onion. (That’s another story …)

And of course the night wouldn’t have been complete had Hamm’s Hats not been won.

Okie!!

And Jenny! Nice penmanship.

Stay tuned — I’d say there’s a good chance this shit’s gonna happen again. Oh, and props to Hot Pockets for providing audio advice, a mike stand, and various other accessories. Yay, Hot Pockets!!

Tully Hat!

Here’s Bayonet wearing a Tully Hat. Mmmmm … Tullamore Dew. Or as I like to call it, Concentrated Hamm’s. DEE-LISH!

And here’s River Rat with a Calvert flute. Or is it a recorder? I can never get my woodwinds straight.

Either way, I’m sure this guy would approve.

Ahh, Calvert. “The Soft Whiskey.”