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Review by Laura Head • Photos by Yvette Herrera It all started when a colleague needed someone to review a bar. She will remain unnamed because official charges have not been filed, so I’m going to call her Y. Herrera ... no, I’ll call her Yvette H. I reluctantly agreed to go drink some beer and write about my experience at the Flying Saucer, located in downtown Fort Worth at 111 E. 4th St. My friend and I arrived incognito (so as not to be recognized by both of my fans) at about 6 p.m. Monday. Even though the Monday night special is $2.50 for any of the 76 beers they have on tap, there weren’t many people there, so we sat ourselves at the bar and stared in awe at the massive selection of beers. I can’t remember the last time I was around that much beer. Maybe that’s why I can’t remember. The first beer we ordered was Hoegaarden White,
a pale beer from Belgium that normally costs $4.75 for a pint. Great
beer, but I was ready for a change after the first round. So I asked the bartender to pick something for me, partly because the only one I could pronounce was Bud Light, and also because I didn’t know anything about beer. He asked me what I started with and then suggested a German beer called Paulaner Hefe-Weizen, or, as I heard over the loud music from 1997, “Paul and her have a weasel.” This one, which normally costs $4 a pint, was my favorite. If I was a beer, I would want to date this beer. I might even take this beer home to meet Mom and Dad Beer. After my brief fling with Paulaner Hefe-Weizen, or, as I like to call him, Paul, I felt obligated to try another kind of beer. I’m just too young to settle down with one beer, no matter how much I like him ... I mean ... it. The bartender then moved me to an American beer (how did he know I’ve had nothing but trouble from those foreign guys?) called Sunshine Wheat. Brewed in Fort Collins, Colo., this typically $4 pint was my least favorite of the night. Then it was almost time for my friend and I to leave, but I was bound and determined to do the most extensive reporting I could do. Translation: I wanted another beer. The last beer the bartender selected for me — Pyramid Apricot from Kalama, Wash. — had more popular votes than Paul, but finished in second place after a lengthy court battle within my mouth. It had a fruity taste to it, but not so much that it tasted like something you’d find in a Snapple bottle or whatever trendy beverage the kids are drinking these days. Overall, the service at the Flying Saucer was excellent. I frequently heard servers offering to help the guests, and the bartender seemed to know what he was doing. A highlight of the evening was when he started a beer and went to the kitchen. My friend and I were worried that the precious beverage would overflow and go to waste, but he came back at the exact moment when the glass was full. The atmosphere — complete with couches and an outdoor patio — was conducive to relaxation and conversation. Though I had been there before, now I anxiously await my next visit to the Flying Saucer and my next chance to see Paul. Laura Hefe-Weizen kind of has a nice ring to it. Managing Editor Laura Head is
a senior news-editorial journalism major from Shreveport, La. |
