Warning: this post is meant for those over the age of 18.
The Anchor Bar is a dive, no doubt about it. In fact, the owner himself wears the badge proudly. I'm good with that. Don't let my love of fine cuisine fool you. I love a good hole-in-the-wall joint, too.
Here's the "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives" spot: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TNdxbDYbPo
The Anchor Bar walls are covered with nautical memorabilia. My personal favorite is a plaque listing the names and portraits of the Titanic Orchestra, whose members "gallantly played on while the ship sank beneath the sea."
?!?!?!?!
Are you f-ing kidding me?
What on earth was going on in the minds of these men? Did someone force them to continue? Or did they resign themselves to the fate of a watery grave and decide that making music was a good way to go out, if they were going? The official story is that they played to soothe the passengers, but there had to be more happening in their minds. Absolutely fascinating, horribly tragic.
Ahem. I digress.
I had the Reuben Burger, and boyfriend had the Olive Burger (it had both cream cheese and olives). Both were suitably greasy and delicious. Anchor's fries are quite good, too. Very fresh.
Ah, but I promised you the story of how the server got graphic with my drink order!
I ordered a Sex on the Beach. (No doubt some of you now know where this is going. I was blissfully ignorant until the day I went to The Anchor Bar.) When our server brought it to me, it was very white. It didn't have that swirly, tropical look yet. I was confused, but thought, oh well. They probably aren't used to these kinds of drink orders. It's more of a beer and whiskey kind of place. Then, server lady said, "The grenadine is optional; did you want grenadine?" I accepted, and in a few moments, she returned and poured in the red liquid. This looked a bit more familiar. Then, she said "See, it's because the coconut cream is like the cum, and the grenadine is the blood. You know, like, sometimes there might be blood, but maybe not."
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Now, is it just me, or did everyone else think Sex on the Beach was just a fruity, tropical drink with a slightly naughty name to give it panache? Is it just me, or do servers usually refrain from talking about ejaculate in comparison to the drink the customer is about to consume? Is it just me, or is a nice Sex on the Beach ruined for you guys, now, too?
Okay, I'm half-kidding. I'll still drink Sex on the Beach, and I'll go back to the Anchor next time I'm in the mood for a good burger. None of this was off-putting enough to rock my little world. But it was funny. And slightly icky.
Later, I Googled the drink to find out what the official ingredients are. The mystery deepened. I couldn't find any white, creamy ingredients in any of the recipes Google had fetched for me. So I edited my search from "sex on the beach drink recipe" to "sex on the beack drink recipe cum." Apparently, there is a version called a Cum Loaded Sex on the Beach, which is what the Anchor Bar had served up on that fine June evening. On the East coast, we drank our Sex on the Beach without the cum; in Minnesota and Wisconsin, such is apparently not the case.
So there you have it. The Graphic Drink Order Story. Only in Wisconsin, ladies and gents! (Disclaimer: boyfriend was born in Wisconsin and he endorses this statement. It is meant in affectionate jest.)
Cash only. (There's an ATM next door, but it'll charge you $3.00 to get your money out.) The Anchor bar is open every day from 11 A.M. to bar closing time, though the kitchen closes around midnight.
GPS: 413 Tower Avenue, Superior, WI, 54880
Phone: 715.394.9747
Grade: B-
