Weekly Happy Hour//9 Million in Unmarked Bills//Fremont
Since turning twenty one a couple months ago, I have yet to go on a drunken rampage where I’m wasted for weeks straight until I realize I have no more money left, which is the usual story I hear from recently legal boozers. This is partially because I have no money, and partially because I have very little interest in getting wasted and making a fool of myself. I’m glad I have been drinking long enough to know myself well enough that that is precisely what I do when I drink loads and loads. I act a fool.
What I have found to be interested in-is happy hour. I mean holy shit, this is the best thing I’ve discovered since the $2.99 six pack from Trader Joes. I feel like I have finally been allowed into the secret club and can now actually experience the other half of the city. We checked out a place in Fremont called 9 Million in Unmarked Bills-apparently a name referencing a a man who hijacked plane in the 60’s and demanded 9 million dollars in unmarked bills.
There was plenty of outdoor seating, and even while inside we were still able to enjoy the first of Springs sunshine while the garage side door was rolled up. Plushy booths, cocktails named after famous robbers, and probably the coolest neon sign above the liquor wall that reads “prescriptions”. They have $5-$6 happy hour food, including truffle mac and cheese, deep fried artichoke hearts, and lamb sliders. Wells were $1 off, which turned out to be $4.50-not such a happy deal after four of those. Apparently somewhere in there is a board game shelf, which will have to be tackled next time.
Drinks: $4.50 wells//$4 wine//$5 mint juleps
Food: $5-$6 sliders, mac, crostinis, popcorn shrimp, fried asparagus
3507 Fremont Place N. (You can’t miss the ginormous red bulbed arrow luring you inside)