#180: Wild Greg's Saloon

The Bar

Wild Greg's Saloon. 302 E 6th St, Austin, TX 78701

Visited 2/11/22 @ 7:30pm.

The Drink

Blue motherfucker. Vodka, gin, rum, blue curaçao, sweet & sour, triple sec, Sprite. $15.

Almost but not quite the same as an Adios, motherfucker!, the Blue motherfucker distinguishes itself by dropping the tequila and subbing in Sprite, though it maintains the all-important blue tinge that tells onlookers that you're not afraid to be drinking something that looks like antifreeze. The change in recipe means that all of you tequilaphobes can drink this up, secure in the knowledge that without that one deadly ingredient, your drink is now salubrious, invigorating, and hangover-free! Until, that is, you notice that you're still holding 32 oz of liquor drink that you've got to drain. While not quite the bargain that the $5.50 Adios, motherfucker! at Peckerheads was (still the gold standard for booze per buck), this drink does everything that you would want a quarter gallon of assorted alcohols to do. The keen-eyed among you might notice that the cup I'm holding (which I got to keep) says Minneapolis on it; the bartender said that this location is still new enough that they hadn't gotten their own merch yet, so just be patient if you refuse to drink out of a vessel with the name of another city on it for some reason.

The Crew

Aaron.

Notes

Wild Greg's is an outpost of Florida culture on Sixth Street, as ominous as that might sound, the chain having been formed in Pensacola back in 2015. It showed up in Austin about a year ago, replacing Terminal 6, which closed just before the pandemic started. Apparently the owner likes to set up shop in college towns, which I suppose Austin technically still qualifies as. Not that the actual bar is particularly college-oriented - it's a similar permanent concert venue as Terminal 6 was, with a little more emphasis on the bar instead of the venue side of things, though there was the obligatory solo guitarist playing away on the ground floor stage. I don't know exactly what tips the scale for a concert venue to become a bar or vice versa; presumably if the revenue from hosting occasional large shows outweighs the revenue from continuously being open for drinks, then you make the change, but who knows how the pandemic has scrambled the equation for the humble Sixth Street bar. I didn't notice a dramatic change from the Terminal 6 setup (much like the US has flyover country, Sixth Street definitely has flyover bars), but here's to a longer life than the old joint.