Sad days. Whiskey River, the fratty cabin of a bar in my neighborhood is no more. But wait! As Albert and I walked past recently, we noticed the dark door was suddenly open…and there was life inside! The atmosphere is totally different. It’s no longer made to feel like a lodge and a bar lines the length of the front area, making it feel narrow and more like a hideaway. There is almost nothing to signal the name of the place except for a sign dangling high above the bar so we stood in the street looking around ourselves for a minute before figuring out it was called Albion.
The decor is seriously boring. Cheesy medieval-esque sconses hang on the wall and there is nothing special about the tables or booths. BUT there is a garden area in the back that makes up for the bar’s lack of decorative flair with natural light. There is also a huge list of craft brews – 30 on tap – that will entice any beer lover. They all ring in at about $7 but are only $4 during happy hour, which lasts until 8 PM every day.