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| BY MATT DE BLASS |
The first
Saturday of each month is Kilt Night at
Porter's, any man in a kilt gets a free pint, and live bands play
Celtic music from about 10-2. This doesn't come from any particular
Scottish or Irish association the pub has, rather, like most of what
goes on there, it's just because the owners thought it sounded like a
fun thing to do.
When the Porter
brothers opened up their pub in Easton, they were
warned that if they didn't have Budweiser or Coors on tap, they
wouldn't stay open for very long.
That was in
1990. Porter's Pub today still doesn't have Budweiser or
Coors on tap, although they are available in bottles. Of course, if one
sticks to basic brews at Porter's they'd miss the chance to try any of
more than 60 other beers that the pub has on hand (including the
paradoxically named house brew, Porter's Ale). The staff can even keep
track of which ones you've had before, and when you've tried them all
will give you your own mug which will hang on the ceiling until you're
ready to use it.
Why so many choices? “I just like good beer,” said co-owner Larry Porter. Larry, along
with his brothers Ken and Jeff didn't set out to be pub
owners. “We were actually looking for buildings to rehabilitate,”
said Larry, when they found a good looking apartment building
at the corner of Northampton and 7th. Along with the building came a
liquor license, attached to an establishment called the Central Bar on
the ground floor.
But once the
idea of opening their own drinking
establishment took
hold, the brothers jumped in with both feet. “We used to throw a lot of
house parties,” Larry said, “and owning a bar is like throwing a party
every night.”
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It seems they succeeded, on many nights, my Kilt Night visit being one of them, the bar is standing-room-only. There are somewhere between six and 10 men, other than myself, who have decided to take advantage of the offer. Almost immediately the kilt-as-conversation-piece effect kicked in, and I met up with Gilbert Beers and Shawn Crowley. We launched into a discussion about the merits of our respective garments, all three of which were deviations from the highland tradition. Gilbert had a USAkilt (made in Pa., traditional looking, affordable), Shawn had a Utilikilt (tough fabric, lots of pockets) and I had on a Sportkilt (lightweight, machine washable). In some contexts, it seems, it is possible to have a manly discussion about clothes. Sort of.
Of course, they could also be there for the food, which is worth the trip on its own. In true Porter's fashion, the place was never meant to be a restaurant. The brothers started out with a tiny kitchen and the idea that they would just serve pub grub. But once they started, they figured they might as well do it right, and the kitchen while still tiny, now churns out everything from a cheese board to a steak dinner. Larry, Jeff and Ken all have day jobs, but they keep a close relationship with the staff who run the place from day to day, and are frequently spotted on both sides of the bar.
All this accomplished using a formula so simple, it almost seems self-evident – if you want people to come to your bar, make it the place where you want to hang out yourself.
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