The Watering Hole: Mac's Triangle Pub . No, we aren't talking about the place in Fremont that was recently renamed "9 Million Hungry Hungry Hippos" or whatever the fuck. Mac's Triangle Pub is in West Seattle, literally a stone's throw from White Center, since it's just across Roxbury Ave from Rat City. If you can't actually throw a stone that far, I don't think I have to tell you that you suck.
Bee serves up her signiture drink, the "Ruby Slipper," to scores of scruffy motherfuckers every night at Mac's Triangle Pub!
The Atmosphere: it's inside a neat old building which, as the name implies, wedges out from the corner of Delridge and Roxbury. The door to the bar is in the apex of the Triangle, and when you step inside the whole room spreads out before you, splayed and inviting like your mom's thighs. The bar is to the right as you walk in, and it runs the entire length of the room. It's a cool bar with an antique wooden fridge. A large zinc tub holds what looks like enough PBR tallboys to drown a battalion of hipsters. There's also a shrine to the Seahawks, composed mainly of NFL T- Shirts stapled to the wall. The best one reads "Rawk out with your Hawk out" and depicts a silhouette of a man with the Seahawks logo protruding suggestively from his crotch. Translation: "DISPLAY YOUR PENIS TO PASSERSBY!!! WOOOOOO, Passersby!The bar is very lengthy, with plenty of stools, but it's occupied by a bunch of dudes so scruffy- looking they make Motorhead frontman Lemmy Killmister look like a Philips Exeter Academy graduate. These dudes strategically occupy every OTHER seat, and don't want to scoot over even though they're talking to the dude next to them, because you wouldn't want it to seem like you're, you know, a bunch of pussies or something. So we crowded at the very end of the bar closest to the door, next to the rusty iron statue.
There's karaoke at Mac's Triangle on Fridays and Saturdays. If you're into karaoke, it's a great scene, since most of the participants are usually quite good. But if you detest karaoke, then you'll be pretty pissed: karaoke at Mac's Triangle is very popular and VERY busy. It can be a clusterfuck. In fact, karaoke nights at Mac's Triangle are among the most clustered of all known fucks.
The Bartender: Bee, who is as busy as the insect whose name she shares. She's the only one working, and so must mix the drinks AND prepare food. She's making the "Super Bee," a gigantic sloppy sandwich. The Super Bee is modeled after a Philly cheesesteak, with sautéed mushrooms and onions and melted Swiss cheese mixed in with a half pound of roast beef. With all that roast beef she's slinging about, I think "Lady Bug" would be a more appropriate nickname for Bee, because she's obviously a helpful carnivore.
The Drink: Bee's favorite drink to make is called the "Sunshine Daydreaming." It's a mixture of Captain Morgan's Spiced Rum and peach schnapps, with cranberry, orange, and pineapple juices. Unfortunately, Bee sells so many of these things that they ran out of Captain Morgan's. So we settled for the "Ruby Slipper." Composed of Ruby Red Absolut, soda water, 7-Up, and grapefruit juice, the Ruby Slipper is tart, not cloyingly sweet, and deceptively strong. It's a pearlescent lemony color, and you get an entire pint! At $5.50, it's quite a bargain for lots of top- shelf liquor. The Ruby Slipper tastes like what Four Loko would taste like if Four Loko didn't already taste like the stuff they use to decontaminate old nuclear reactors.
The Verdict: Mac's Triangle Pub is a friendly neighborhood hangout. Drinks are cheap (A PBR tallboy is $2.50), and the staff is quietly competent if a bit harried. Plus, Mac's Triangle owner Geoffrey McElroy is an aspiring local politician. Who knows, maybe one day he'll run for President? Then you can tell all your friends you drank in this bar owned by this dude who ran for President. That will impress the fuck out of them!