Okay, so the website is far from sophisticated, but don’t let that fool you: this place is the real deal.
I came upon this little D-town jewel this weekend for a friend’s birthday party, and I will never remember the day as a celebration of this friend’s birth, but rather as a celebration of the day I discovered Andrew’s (sorry, Eric–I’m only partially-kidding!).
The barkeep, Mike, has been added to my Heroes and Other People and Things of Awesomitude list. Yes, this is a real list–and his place is right after the guy who played harmonica outside of the undergrad library at Michigan who everyone thought was a bum but was actually a professor and right before Tofutti non-dairy sour cream (a recent love of mine).
Flowing locks of hair, great big smile, and a strong pour. He was fantastic. I just love real, honest bars with real, honest people, and Andrew’s on the Corner is all of that and more. When you go (and you will, because you must), order the Gypsy Tear. It’s a shot that packs a punch, but in the “oh hell yeah” kind of way.
“I was given this recipe by a 129 year old gypsy woman,” said Mike, “and then she took my wallet.”
That may or may not be true, but I don’t even mind. Make mine a double.
