Greetings and Salutations,
After surviving what truly felt like a millennia, Welcome to Thursdays is finally getting back to it this week as we travel to Rogues Gallery: an establishment built on the very precipice of doing your own thing and making what you are passionate about speak for itself. Not only does Rogues serve up one delicious cocktail, but they also feature one atmospheric and awesome setting. With brick meeting wood meeting metal, Rogues definitely has something unique about it that makes it stand out from the veteran Water Street bar scene. Oh and I forgot to mention my favorite part: summer finally decided to show up in Milwaukee and after experiencing one amazing Summerfest, this writer may just have that outdoor itch that still has not been fully scratched. Rouges’ huge and amazing patio could help with that itch, and I have a candied yam cream for the other itches.
You know the name Rogues makes me think of an amazing story of a man who sought an isolated, reclusive, solitary life (yes, I just used three adjectives, it was that serious). When he would go to bars, he would buy his beer and ask for the darkest corner of the bar where no one could bother him. It was almost as if something had taken control of him.
Well it turns out, Thursdays’ very own Member #67 Muir was tragically tricked into drinking the most dreaded of all concoctions. A drink so twisted that it grabs hold of your very soul and causes you to shy away from fun and social interactions. It causes you to find the coldest, darkest cave within the bowels of the subconscious, and makes you count to infinity before you can finally speak. This bewitched drink I am talking about: Bud Light.
Did you know every time a Bud Light is drank in Wisconsin a Badger dies? So, as you can see Muir was in a pretty dark place. The Welcome to Thursdays crew knew we had to do something to snap him out of it. After doing some traveling, I found myself in the restricted section of the Shawano Public Library looking up terrible Wisconsin Curses. It is here I found the most curious of answers and yet at the same time it was staring at us the entire time.
To start we needed some sort of collaborated motion, some sort of signal that carried force behind it. This only took but a few seconds to realize that a power I knew of long ago in my collegiate days at UTEP would need to return – but only this time in my new home of Wisconsin. Next, we needed a brew of equal or greater power as Bud Light, but this power would be opposite, as it was brewed to bring joy and happiness to the world. This again was an obvious choice, the power of Pabst Blue Ribbon is truly mighty: its influential, illustrious, authoritarian taste truly holds no bounds.
So, with the Pabst in one hand and all of WTT Members standing ready with their picks up, I whipped the can as hard as I could at Muir and all of WTT Members shouted “PICKS UP.” Muir froze and crossed arms as if his very life was taken, but suddenly he caught the Pabst and slowly threw his own picks up. A dark, smelly, grotesque cloud flew out of Muir and fled the room into the night. Muir opened his eyes, looked amongst his friends and knew he was free.
The rest is history, my friends.
Cheers!
Your Co-Founder and Friend,
Jeremy Blandin