Seen Through a Glass: Cajun crustaceans in Kimberton

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Cajun crustaceans in Kimberton

A plug for a friend: Station Bistro, a BYOB in Kimberton (1300 Hares Hill Rd., 610-933-1147), is staging a crawfish boil on May 22, this Thursday (and every Thursday in crawfish season (whenever the hell that is)), beginning at 11 AM and going till the final seating at 9:00. The mudbugs are flown in live from Louisiana that day, and the seasoning is the real deal, not dialed down for weenies. Get a big, heaping bowl of bright red crawfish with sides of red beans and rice, and coleslaw for $20.95.

But the best thing about this is "BYOB." Station Bistro is so close to Sly Fox you could practically hear them laughing from there: get you a growler of Pikeland Pils or Slacker Bock and go get spiced up at the Bistro. Or if you'd rather check out the new amazing Growler-Matic at Victory, well, that's not far either. The Millers, who own and cook at Station Bistro, encourage beer, they know beer, they like beer...what a pleasant change for a BYOB.

2 comments:

---Guy said...: Damn.; May 18, 2008 9:10 PM
esterrick said...: Nancy and Craig Miller have told me they are interested in doing beer tastings at Station Bistro; they are fans of Sly Fox and Victory, too.; May 21, 2008 5:22 PM

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Bock, Maibock, Doppelbock, Weizenbock: I love 'em all. I am catholic in my bockaphilia.
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I like getting hit over the head by a beer occasionally. But I do not think that such beers are necessarily superior by virtue of their power. I think they are interesting, much like a hurricane happening somewhere else.
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Malt liquor invites hypocrisy by being so honest.
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They buy cheap booze for the same reasons any of us buy anything: because we want it and can afford it.
They have some study that for X increase in beer taxes, there is a decrease in underage drinking of Y. They plug in new numbers all the time, but X is always a high number, and Y is always a nebulous one.
Vodka has...that eye-opening zing! that wrinkles the skin in your nose and makes you realize that this stuff is gonna clean the crap out of your pipes and let you live forever – at least for a while, just today.
When it comes to beer, Rodney King is right: we can all get along.
When people toss aside a beer as "not being true to style" because it's not "toasty," and never really say what they mean by "toasty," well, that I have a problem with.