This is a picture of a place I used to go a lot in college. It’s where all the writer wannabes go after readings, after class, after anything one might possibly muster an excuse for drinking.
In retrospect, I have no clue how I afforded so many fancy beers.
I believe the address is New Haven, but it’s in an area of New Haven that’s called Westville. Next to it is an adorable breakfast nook, a jeweler, and a fancy salon. In college, I worked at a now defunct restaurant called 500 Blake St. Cafe right across the street from Delaney’s.
Delaney’s has some absurd number of beers on tap, and the food is a notch better than most pub fare. Most notably spicy calamari.
Places like this are one of the many things I love about New England.
Here are more:
1. I love driving fast, and the freedom of three lanes.
2. Houses painted or sided in pretty colors.
3. 24-hour diners with Mediterranean faves like spanikopita, gyros, souvlaki, and real kalamata olives on the Greek salads, as well as burger, grilled cheese, and broiled fish.
4. Falafel Houses with proper shawerma and baba ghanouj.
5. Wide availability of light cream for coffee at public coffee venues.
7. TONS of Universities and the cultural opportunities & political leanings they embody. Plus, the way all the Univerity’s smarty-pantses are part of the community.
8. Never more than an hour from the ocean.
9. It’s only like 5 degrees, but it’s cooler here than it is in Pennsylvania & south of the Mason Dixon.
11. Massive ethnic presence, so massive ethnic grocery options.
12. Social liberation. In New England, it’s harder to find people who hate the gays or the brown people or whomever, who would assume a woman on birth control is a whore, or who would care one way or the other if an adult wore her hair in a strange way or had facial piercings. In public school, the rhetoric accounts for non-traditional families, etc.