Ryan, left, and Josh Canavan.

A good friend of mine, Josh Canavan, came in town from Nebraska to celebrate his 24th birthday party last Saturday, and he invited us over to get together at his place for a pizza party. I thought it was a hilarious idea. I don’t know how many of you attended Catholic grade schools in Quincy when you  were young (probably everyone since there used to be 86

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Catholic schools in town), but I went to St. Marys, and my class got a Pizza Party at Pizza Hut every time we read enough Amelia Bedelia books. The only difference was that we were allowed to drink Sam Adam’s at Josh’s house, and the pizza was homemade with cheddar, shrimp and wheat crust.

Josh supplied a variety of beers for all of us, including Sam Adam’s Cherry Wheat, Leinenkugel’s Honey Weiss, and the ever-so-constant, ever-so-bland Coors Light and Bud Light — something for everyone. After throwing back a few, I think we all began to realize that our adult lives don’t afford us the opportunity to hang out as much as we used to. This was one of those nights that needed to continue, so we moved it to a different venue. Since Josh was the birthday boy, we went with his suggestion: State Street Bar & Grill.

Before this night, I never went to State Street after 9 p.m. I don’t mean that in a bad way. I just always thought of State Street as a fantastic place to eat dinner. They have one of the best tenderloins I have ever seen or tasted. When they bring that thing to your table, the breaded patty heaping about two inches out from the end of the bun in all directions, you know you’re getting one of the best sandwiches in the Quincy area. When I ate my first one, I didn’t even know where to start, and I’m surprised I finished the whole thing. I never really turned to State Street for nighttime entertainment, but turns out, sandwiches aren’t the only thing they have to offer.

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On this particular night, they had a mobile entertainer providing karaoke. To be honest, karaoke doesn’t really appeal to me. You will find it in just about any bar in Quincy throughout the week, and the songs that people want to sing always seem to be the same. What set State Street apart for me was the Table Tapper for $10.

For those of you who don’t know what a Table Tapper is, it’s like your own personal mini-tap full of beer right at your table. Everybody knows that a group of five can easily kill a pitcher in a single round, and, sometimes, going back to the bar several times and waiting for drinks is just annoying. Table Tappers are the perfect solution. They hold much more than a pitcher, around 116 ounces. I first encountered the Tapper in a bar called The Lion Head Pub in the Chicago neighborhood of Lincoln Park. I had no idea you could find a bar that served them in Quincy. Now that I do, I know I will be drinking at State Street a lot more often. I have to note that my first Tapper was full of Fat Tire, which is one of my favorite beers. I think State Street only offered light domestics like Miller, Bud and Coors. I could be wrong, but that just means I need to go back and find out. Also, I paid a heck-of-a-lot more than $10 for the Tapper at the Lion Head.

I think we all drank more than we wanted to. Eh, what can you do? That tends to happen when you mix old friends with mass quantities of cheap draft beer. I’m pleased to report that no one drank enough to get up in front of the bar and butcher a song. It was a night to sit at our table, drink and catch up. Josh has a way of bringing good people together and we only spent about $5 each to keep the Tapper and good memories flowing.

Eric Greenwell