Sloop Tavern
Thirty four ounce beers can make people say crazy things. "I can't wait for you to pass out inside of me," is only a recent example of what I've overheard at The Sloop. Ask the barmaid to Sloopersize your beer and you could end up tripping over those bones heaving out of your closet. Oh, I didn't mention my baby daddy's in prison? After you tire of eavesdropping (if that's possible) you can occupy yourself with pool, Big Buck Hunter, or darts. Is it wise for a bar selling 34 oz beers to have darts? I'll let you use your best judgment on that one. The Sloop is a stellar corner of old Ballard that remains untouched by condo overlords and is a true neighborhood joint.
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