Old Tony’s Fire Chief Starts Inferno Of Bar Hopping
Someone pinch me.
I’m having too much fun.
My friend Casey has been in town, visiting from Sydney, and I’m taking her around the South Bay Beach Cities. And she’s adapted to them like dolphins to the surf. She’s a natural!
She loves the beach, of course, but she also loves the bars. Apparently where she lives, many of the bars are new and upscale. There are not places like Ercoles and Shellback Tavern.
What she likes the most is Old Tony’s on the Redondo Beach Pier. And especially their signature drink, the Fire Chief. And the people at Old Tony’s love her, too!
I’m sometimes just a spectator, a sideshow. That’s because Casey is a one-person entertainment machine, a lively, lovely lass who commands attention not because of her incredible beauty but because of her more incredible personality.
She’s more bubbly than 10 gallons of champagne, more engaging than a dozen wedding proposals. People love her and are attracted to her like moths to a porch light because of her personality.
And I’m only too happy to be her tour guide as we cruise the bars of the South Bay Beach Cities of Hermosa Beach, Manhattan Beach and Redondo Beach.
We’ve been to OB’s Taco Tuesday, 2-for-1 Erc’s burgers at Ercoles on Wednesday, Kegs in Redondo Beach (hey, $2 Rolling Rock beers; we just HAD to stop in there!), the relaxing Rocky Point, the LA Kings bar the North End and of course Sharkeez in Hermosa Beach.
But I will say our favorite place is the crow’s nest at Old Tony’s; that place is just so cool and when you’re with somebody who is so cool. It’s the prefect combination.
Casey was here a week and is gone now. When she left, I was sad because I missed her almost immediately.
But I’m also thrilled she was here in the first place and you can’t wipe out the memories. Or the smiles on our faces.