#bar vetti

[acommonloon]

Pride

[downtownlou]

Bar Vetti the easygoing, modern pick offering housemade pastas, pizzas & sharing plates, plus beer & wine located inside the AC Hotel by Marriott Louisville Downtown⁠ at 727 E Market street. https://instagr.am/p/CSSBOafrK2i/

[theplacesthatilike]

A wedding in the Oshwal Centre

Two weeks ago we went to a wedding. It took place in Oshwal Centre in Hertfordshire. It's not too far from Potters Bar tube station.

This centre, which sits an extremely tranquil environment, is 70 acres in size. This Oshwal centre is the UK's biggest Jain Centre. As I have never been to a Jain temple, this was a new experience for me.

Jainism, just like Buddhism, is an ancient religion that started in India and its teachings are very similar to Buddhist teachings too. The Jain temple in the premises have traditional carvings which have been hand carved exquisitely. These carvings felt familiar to me. The simply decorated shrine room had a marble statue of Lord Mahavira.

All around the temple there were carefully tended gardens. That day was a rainy and misty day and we felt a little chilly. The weather, coupled with the familiarity of the temple and the background music (sounded like Lata Mangeshkar's voice), created a sense of comfort and elevated the beauty of the surroundings.

Next to the temple is the wedding hall, which can house more than 500 guests. This was a tamil hindu wedding and the bride and groom were dressed in beautiful traditional garments and jewelry. The bridesmaids were in stunning sarees and their hair were decorated traditionally with real jasmine flowers. The groomsmen were in vetti and stood out beautifully.

The wedding ceremony, performed according to hindu customs, was truly memorable amidst the sounds of the mridangam drum and tamil songs.

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සුමාන දෙකකට පෙර අපි ගියා මංගල උත්සවයකට . එය තිබුනේ හාර්ඩ්ෆෝඩ් ශයර් හි ඔශ්වාල් මද්යස්ථානයේ .එය පොටස්බාර් ටියුබ් ස්ටේෂන් එකේ ඉඳල වැඩි දුරක් නැහැ .

ඉතා නිසල පරිසරයක පිහිටි මෙම ස්ථානය විශාලත්වයෙන් අක්කර 70 ක් වෙනවා .මේ ඔශ්වාල් සෙන්ටර් එක තමය් , UK වල තියෙන විශාලම ජෛන ආගමික මද්‍යස්ථානය . මා මීට පෙර ජෛන පන්සලකට ගොසින් නොතිබුණු නිසා මෙය මට අමුතුම අත්දැකීමක් උනා .

ජෛන ආගමත් බුද්ධාගම  මෙන්ම   , පුරාණ  ඉන්දියාවෙන් ඇරඹුණු ආගමක්  සහ එහි ඉගැන්වීම් බුදු දහමේ ඉගැන්වීම් වලට බොහෝදුරට සමාන වේ.

මෙහි තිබෙන ජෛන පන්සල පාරම්පරික අත් කැටයම් වලින් කරනලද ඉතා අලංකාර  නිර්මාණයක් .මෙම කැටයම් වල අපිට හුරු පුරුදු බවක් දැනුනා .ඉතා සරල වූ මේ විහාර ගෙය තුල මහාවීර තුමාගේ කිරිගරුඬ පිළිමයක් තිබුනා.

පන්සල වටේම තිබුනේ හරීම  ලස්සනට හදපු හරිත උද්‍යාන . එදා තරමක වැසි දිනක් , වැහි වාලා කුළු  වලින් අහස වැහිලා තිබුන .මීදුමත් එක්ක සිහින් සීතලකුත් දැනුන . අපිට හුරුපුරුදු කැටයම් කලා වන් ගෙන් සැදුනු පන්සලත් , එයින් ඇසෙන උතුරු ඉන්දියානු සංගීතයත් එහි තිබුණු සවුන්දර්ය තවත් වැඩි කලා යය් මට සිතුනා .

පන්සලට මදක් දකුණු පසින් වෙන්න උත්සව ශාලාව තිබුණා , ආරාධිතයන් 500 කට ඉඩ සැලසිය හැකි එය ඉතා විශාල අලංකාර ගොඩනැගිල්ලක්. මෙම මංගල උත්සවය හින්දු මංගල්ලයක් .මනාලිය සහ මනාලයා ඉතා අලංකාරව ඔවුන්ගේ සම්ප්‍රදානුකුල ඇඳුම් අය්ත්තම් වලින් සැරසී සිටි අතර ,පිච්ච මල් වලින් හිස් සරසා , සාරිවලින් හැඩවී සිටි මනාලියගේ යෙහෙලියන් මෙන්ම වේට්ටි වලින් සැරසුණු මනාලයාගේ යහළුවන් ද සම්ප්‍රදායක ඇඳුම් වලින් සැරසුණු අමුත්තන් අතර කැපී පෙනුනා .

මෘදංග බෙර වාදන සහිත දකුණු ඉන්දීය සංගීත හඬ අතර ඔවුන්ගේ සිරිත් අනුව ඉටු කල මෙම මංගාල්ලය සැබවින්ම අලංකාර වුවක් .

[aretrothing]

Another adventure into the crappiness of Vetty's memory:

Me: *thinks of something she needs to look up*

Also Me: *forgets by the time she's got to the search bar*

My memory, a summary:

Me: *puts something in my bag*

5 minutes later, me: wait have I got that thing

Me: *Checks bag to find that I have got the thing*

5 minutes later: wait have I got that thing

Also:

Me: *puts something down in a stupid place that's pretty obvious*

10 minutes later, me, running around the house: where tf did I I put this thing it's not where I normally keep things

Me: *finds the thing after half an hour and puts it in a better obvious place*

Me: Now where's this other thing that I lost a week ago

[bryccelee]

Call my boy n put’em all on my spaceship. 🛸 (at bar Vetti) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw4mGRGF56e/?igshid=j54yqglun7c0

[blckbarbie1]

Still Celebrating My Birthday!!!!!! Happy Birthday Vetty Wap!!!!! 5 Lemon Drops Later!!!!!! @luv_kelz @barlouie #bestlemondropmartini 🍸🍸🍸🍸🍸 (at Bar Louie) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs_9hPrADKCImrS1RzBTsGFrHLgiO6vz2nUwKo0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19adalyj25lde

[immaimmaimma-fanboy]

How I bribed CW into making Beronica/Vetty Canon

Me: *casually sips drink at a bar*

*Mysterious stranger sits down next to me*

Me: *slides case of money over*

Me: You know what you have to do

Stranger: We’ll make it happen

And that is how I bribed the CW into making Beronica/Vetty Canon :)

[instapicsil3]

Bar Vetti's killed pavel's kale, from left, ricotta bomboloni, flaming hot fried chickpeas, nduja pizza, fritto misto, and carrot top campanelle. For Louisville Magazine . . . . #louisville #louisvilleky #louisvillemag #louisvillemagazine #food #foodphotography #italian #italy #italy🇮🇹 #barvetti #pizza #kale #chickpeas #campanelle #bombiloni #foodphotography #foodporn #getinmybelly https://ift.tt/2KcvLBp

[karolkaroluniverse-blog]

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[acommonloon]

TL;DR

What a delicious memorable night!

Except, I returned to the scene of a crime and got a last call beer and I'm a little disturbed I can't remember what it was. Let me think.

Oh that's right. I remember now.

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I remember hours before, going in The Raven, circling the bar before walking back out, not a single beer worth the time to drink it.

I remember darting across two busy lanes of traffic to see what The Ainsley was all about. It was the second venue to inhabit my much loved and missed Blue Grass Brewing Company, where I bought countless beers in past years. I never went in The Sullivan, it first followed BBC but, The Ainsley laudes itself as an upscale sports bar.

I nearly didn't go in. The building outside blinded me with unadorned white walls and...they took all the fucking windows out! Still, I had just braved rush hour on Frankfort Ave in 90deg heat so I pushed on. I was back outside in less than 5 seconds.

The inside was...where old white people go to die and maybe a few patrons at the bar had succumbed. The place reeked like a basement couch leaking generations of old man farts and the barely moving white heads scattered along the bar looked like moths fluttering their last against a hot window sill. I ran back across Frankfort.

Briefly I considered bailing. I could be home in under an hour where I've got beer worth drinking for days, weeks even. I'm no quitter though. I was parked in front of Street Grub and Hops, a bizarrely named venue I'd been in a few times since The Mellow Mushroom failed to survive in Louisville's over crowded pizza market.

I remembered they had 30+ taps behind their large U-shaped bar and I could see the whole side of the building was open to the sidewalk. Inside a band was setting up to play so I was assured in this place I wouldn't need mothballs to dispel the odour of human demise.

If my sense of failing mortality seemed unaccountably morbid on a bright Friday afternoon, in my defense, a new place next to Street Grub caught my eye. NSD Bar it said on the sign. What's that? Never Say Die Bar <shakes head>

I was met at the bar by a lively young man with a lush black beard and handlebar mustache. Thirsty? he asked. You've no idea.

He gesture towards the wall of taps and said let me know if you see something that piques your interest.

I chuckled and said that's a tall order. I spend too much time beer hunting.

He laughed then and said to which spelling are you referring?

My brain stuttered then I got the clever play on words he'd heard in my "tall order" reply, accidental for sure.

Which did you mean I countered, then I spelled peak or pique? The second one he smiled as he walked off.

<sigh> it was 5:10 already and I didn't know it but I'd just experienced the high point of my visit to Street Grub. In spite of their large list, only one beer piqued my interest and Austin, of the peaky facial hair, apologized when he discovered it was no longer on. My second choice, in spite of being a Stone Brewing offering, had no more character than the Miller Lite branded glass they brought it in. Worst of all, the fried pickles sucked. I should have remembered that because I'd had them there before.

I got back in my car with no particular plan. Then remembered a friend had mentioned the bar I had visited on Saturday had a Speakeasy room in the basement. <shrug>The Speakeasy theme has never interested me but such places often do high quality drinks and my recent visit to Gerties upstairs bore that out. They made me a Penicillin or two actually and they were terrific. I could do with another or two.

As soon as I walked in, the bartender greeted me with, "You're back!" I grinned back at him and said, "I heard you've a room in the basement." We do and he pointed around the bar to a door and said tell the bartender downstairs his Penicillin isn't as good as mine.

Recently, the guy that runs a nearby wine bar told me I was memorable. He said, "You make an impression." I wasn't sure he was complimenting me but I do appreciate it when the bartender remembers what drinks I like. I headed downstairs into the dark. It was really dark and I was worried I might trip as I shuffled toward the dimly lit bar. The bartender shouted a hearty welcome and then he said knowingly, "I bet you want a Penicillin!" WTF

I replied, "What, the guy upstairs rang down? No he shook his head. I was at a loss until he took pity on me. He said, "I was upstairs the other day when you asked for a classic Penicillin. I make up all the drinks here so I noticed. Oh right, I said but actually, you look very familiar. Where have you worked before. When he said Red Herring it sounded right but I couldn't remember where that was. As soon as he told me it was next to the Silver Dollar the memories flooded back and we fondly reminisced about the drinks and food there.

Soon I had a classic Penicillin in front of me and we began to talk drinks. We included the only other guy at the bar in our conversation. He was rail thing, wore a scarf on his head, and had a robust but not too pornish mustache. I suspected he was staff there at Gerties. He was clearly interested but not so experienced. For the next two hours I enjoyed the back and forth and drinks.

Chad is a professional bartender who loves his job. He loves making drinks and he loves talking to people. While we chatted, more than twenty people, in pairs and sometimes larger groups came downstairs, got drinks and eventually left. At one point I was sure Matt Gaetz sat down at a two top. I did a double-take to be sure the woman with him wasn't Marjorie Taylor Greene in a wig. It was hard for me not to stare but I kept stealing glances. Eventually I concluded this guy was what Gaetz would look like if he wasn't befouled by evil. A very good looking guy!

When he left, I asked if I was the only one who thought that? No one had noticed but, by that time, Terrence, a large black man who'd come down with two white friends was standing next to me. He'd been ordering drinks when the bar conversation turned to German food and he joined our conversation eagerly. After delivering drinks to his friends, he returned to talk. When I suggested the guy who'd just left looked like the American traitor Matt Gaetz, he said no way! He went on to say Gaetz was a POS and if it had been him there might have been trouble. Lol, now that would have been memorable.

Terrence left wishing Chad and myself a good day, remembering both our names. It turned out the guy with the scarf on his head was a sous chef at nearby Bar Vetti. OMG, I'd meaning to go there but I worried D wouldn't like it. I asked him if they would make her a pepperoni pizza. He said they had one but it had calabrian and peppadew peppers on it. Yeah, can you take those off. Um yeah?

I said I'd just go check it out myself for dinner after I finished the Negroni riff Chad had excitedly made up on the spot using a special dry vermouth and something that wasn't Campari. He referred to it as a white Negroni. It was delicious!

Bar Vetti was only about a hundred feet down the sidewalk from Gerties. I enjoyed the early evening as I walked, it was comfortably warm with a gentle breeze and for the first time in a long time, Nulu felt normal. People were sitting outside the Taj and the Mayan Cafe, the evening was alive with conversation, color, and movement. When I looked in the windows of the new swanky Marriott Hotel it was the same inside and there might not be room for me at the bar.

I walked past the unattended hostess stand into a storm of blaring conversation. I stopped in front of an empty seat but there was a drink there so I turned around to the other side. I asked a man in a suit if the empty seat next to him was taken. It's yours he answered without looking away from his companion. I sat and picked up the wine list.

On my left were three young men, obviously of southwest Asian heritage. Within seconds I understood they were native English speakers and they were having a good time. The youngest one was next to me and he seemed barely old enough to shave. He was rather louder than the others and seemed to be mildly complaining about something. The bartender came over to them and appeared to pick up a conversation she must have started before I got there. It was really more of a lecture and she was telling them that she couldn't spend all of her time in front of them as she and another bartender had a full bar.

I felt myself tense a little, wondering if there was going to be an altercation. I didn't look at the young men but watched the bartender closely. While her words were stern, her body language seemed relaxed. I heard the man furthest away from me say, "That's fair." The bartender didn't acknowledge his words. She poured me a water and I asked for a glass of wine. Then I turned to the men.

"Are you guys from here or visiting?" I could see them tense up the young guy on guard most of all. I went on as if I hadn't noticed and said, I overheard you say this was your kind of place a minute ago. This is my first visit here and it's a bit fancy for me. They relaxed. I felt sure they were expecting to be challenged and I might look just like the kind of old white asshole who would do that.

We're from California the young guy said but we live here and work at Rabbit Hole. Do you know it?

Of course I said, it's something the city can really be proud of. I've been over there in the bar many times and the facility is gorgeous. Cameron seemed near to burst with happiness. He said, "We're just about to have a drink, will you join us? I said, sure what are we drinking. Rabbit Hole he said, "We got to represent!"

From that moment on, I had a dinner companion who was overjoyed to talk to someone who knows about the Kentucky whiskey business. When I said, the marketing for Rabbit Hole is genius, Cameron threw his hand up and pointed at the man farthest from me. Justin is our marketing!

Justin said well, to be honest I've only been there for 3 years and Cameron replied, "He's being too modest. We've only been open for 4 years. I asked Cameron, are you a distiller? I was when I first started he said. My uncle is the founder and I've got a business degree so now I work the financials. Wow, I replied.

He said, you have to come over and ask for us! We'll give you an insider tour. I waived that off a bit and said, I'll be sure to come back over but your beautiful column still is out where I can see it when I go to the bar on the roof. Sometimes I just stand at the end of the hall by the elevators and admire it. He said, "OMG we never get to talk to anyone like you!"

We had a drink of their Heigold and I didn't have to pretend it was good. I said, "I'd drank their sourced whiskey before but this was the first time I'd had something they'd distilled themselves other than their gin. It tasted more mature than I'd expected and I said I'd likely pick up a bottle now that I'd had it. I will.

Soon, Cameron's girlfriend came in and sat next to Justin. Cameron pretended to be annoyed and she seemed maybe a little suspicious of me. Soon she was sitting next to Cameron and was telling me all his faults. It was bar buddies in the best form. I asked for the whiskey list and suggested I buy us all a drink. I was disappointed by the selection TBH. The owner is a well-known whiskey aficionado and his BBQ joint just a block away has a much bigger selection of whiskey. I noticed an Old Forester Single Barrel Rye on the list and suggested it.

I specified it be served in rocks glasses instead of glencairns and we clinked our glasses when everyone had their drink. It was candy in a glass and far too sweet to be anything I'd recognize as rye whiskey but my bar buddies claimed to like it so no harm done.

When their food came, I settled my check and Cameron again expressed his pleasure at our talk. He renewed his invite to come to the distillery and I walked back out into the night.

When I got back to my car I looked up and saw Akasha Brewing was still open with people sitting at tables outside. The street at this end was quiet and peaceful. I remembered my last visit to Akasha hadn't gone well at all. The server there had refused to give me a taste of a beer. I was shocked. I'd already bought and paid for one beer when I asked for a taste. I said I was trying to decide which of two others I'd take home in a growler.

She said it was their policy not to give out tastes because people sometimes asked for lots of tastes and didn't buy a beer. WTF I had already bought a beer! I was so annoyed I'd decided not to drink at Akasha until they changed their stupid policy. If they were going to treat me like their worst customer, I wasn't going to spend my money there. Still, one more beer would be nice. Then I saw what I wanted.

That's it. A strong Belgian golden ale is what I had there!

[downtownlou]

Great Pizza Downtown? In no order because they are all so good - Luigi's Pizzeria, Emmy Squared, Bar Vetti, Bearno's by the bridge, Sicilian on 4th, Iron Quarter, Vincenzo's, BBC, PIzza Bar, Old Spaghetti Factory and 8Up just to name a few. What's your favorite?

[acommonloon]

Amongst a lot of bad news, here’s something that made me smile.  Ryan once posted that, I epitomized all that was wrong with America.  No, Ryan.  Sous vide brisket with a couple of hours of electric smoke epitomizes what’s wrong with American modern barbecue but I was flattered to be taken seriously.

Ryan’s restaurants still don’t do authentic Q but they do lots of other things right and now his newest place is a restaurant that eschews tipping!  That’s a huge bold brave step in the right direction.  I can’t wait to go and post a Face Book review - maybe it’ll be my first under my real name!   

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Bar Vetti's sausage pizza features Jake's 150 spicy country sausage, tomato, broccoli Rabe, and parmesan cheese.. . . . . #pizza #spicyfood #broccolini #food #foodie #foodphoto #getinmybelly #parmesan #barvetti http://ift.tt/2z6zI4W

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Bar Vetti's Quick Fix made with cheer chartreuse, bianco, honey, cucumber, and prosecco.. . . . #cucumber #cocktail #food #foodie #foodphotography #prosecco #barvetti #louisville #kentucky #igerslouisville #bianco #spirits #vsco http://ift.tt/2wQUdSs

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Bar Vetti's Rye Gemelli, with kale pesto, walnuts, and charred sweet potatoes. http://ift.tt/2zevVDD