buttery good

In an effort to deter the feelings of aging, Tater and I went to a sort of pre-wedding celebration at Butter on 11th Street. This bar/snack bar is done up in a delightful glorification of all things white trash... an RV juts into the floor, an elk head draped with leis stands sentry over the scene, and the walls are covered in Sailor Jerry and vintage drink paraphenalia. Butter's special drinks come in jars and "the champagne of beer" is served in a paper bag.

L: Andy's punch, a light and fruity drink off the menu for lightweights like me.
R: Bitchin' Camaro, a blend of Sailor Jerry rum and Dr. Pepper

Butter also serves up snack food out of the end of a trailer... you can choose from a selection of deep-fried and microwaved goodies. Want mac 'n' cheese? You can get it straight from the box or fried in little balls. Pauly is the nice man who will whip these up and as he is as fast as the microwave. He is sweet as any man in half a trailer can be, though according to the online menu I think I was overcharged $2... didn't even see the full menu to the right of the trailer until after I started navigating my way back with my food. So check the prices on the wall before paying!

a judicious sampling of the comfort food snack menu...
I didn't ask Pauly what nubby is.
That's probably a good thing.

Tater had a craving for tater tots - what else!? I was dying to try the deep-fried twinkie (and will probably die from it.) I did notice that Pauly gave us both ketchup and ranch for the tots and three different kinds of sprinkles for the twinkie. He also poured the last of his Torani bacon-flavored syrup into a little cup so I could have graham-cracker battered twinkies and marshmallows and whipped cream and sprinkles and bacon all in one basket. Outside of butter, I'd think twice before ordering something like this. But here, it seemed like the right thing to do.

Overall, Butter carries a good vibe and gives you everything you need (drinks, snacks, and the Giants-A's game playing on a projector) to have a good time. The clientele seems mixed but prepare to get pushed a bit by passerby, even if you're sitting at the bar.