Review: Bison Witch Bar & Deli...Draft Beer served at 36-degrees
It was the best thing since sliced bread, really thick sliced bread, really extra thick sliced bread. Let me tell you something, the Bison Witch Bar & Deli, located at 326 North Fourth Avenue is no place for someone on the high protein, Adkins diet to eat lunch. They even serve their soup in a bread bowl. In the past I have been to the Bison Witch Bar & Deli at night while attending the Back Alley Film Festival. But when a colleague invited me to go to lunch there I was interested is seeing what the atmosphere was like during the day.
If your the type of beer drinker who likes to experiment, then the Bison Witch Bar & Deli is your place. They offer 9 draft beers, 29 micro brewery beers, five malts and 25 imported beers. (Give or take a few choices depending on what they have in stock.) I ordered a Bud Light draft. It was a well poured beer with a microscopic head that threatened the very top of the 16 oz beer glass. Although the glass was not frosted, the temperature of the beer was a cool 36 degrees.
For lunch I ordered the Mary Ann sandwich which included ham, onion, green pepper, tomato, all melted with swiss cheese and spread with mayo on two thick pieces of toasted white bread. Did I mention that the bread is thick? Each slice is nearly an inch wide, and with the overstuffed fixin’s I was glad they brought us extra napkins as the sandwich stood nearly three inches tall. I was looking around our table for a knife to cut the behemoth sandwich into smaller sections, but then I thought, this place is more of a bar then a deli, so with napkins at the ready, and with no apology, I began the delicious task of devouring the skyscraper of a sandwich.
The atmosphere at Bison Witch is bar chic, rough around the edges, yet at 11:30 in the morning every seat was taken. My colleague and I couldn’t help but notice that the cooks and the waitresses were all attractive young men and women. I am sure that the tank tops, mini skirts and short shorts had something to do with the large group of mostly men and a few women in uniform from Davis Monthan Air Force Base who had bellied up to the bar for a sandwich and a beer. We overheard one of the young flyboys asking a waitress for her email address. The waitress, carrying a tray, mostly ignored his request as she flipped her free hand at him as if waving goodbye before she disappeared into the kitchen.
“It is just as easy to make up a fake email address as it is to make up a fake phone number,” I told my colleague. “You have to admire the young man for trying.” God bless you young man for your courage. God bless you and your comrades for defending our great country. And please, let me buy you a beer.
William Ackerley
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