Dave Rice 2 p.m., June 20
Sausage and beer seems so...German. But the Regal Beagle manages to make it as American as burgers at a barbecue. One of the first things I noticed upon walking in to the place, situated on the corner of a strip mall off of India Street, was the mustard station.
The reason I was so taken with this station is that it contains no-pretense, giant tubs of straight-up American classics like Heinz ketchup and French's Honey Mustard. There are some fancier flavors, but seeing the standards (my personal favorites) appealed to the little 4th of July freak in me.
The sausages are more like exotic hotdogs. I had the jalapeno cheddar, with grilled peppers and caramelized onions on top -- flavors I destroyed beneath a layer of Heinz and French's, as I am wont to do.
Instead of fries, the dogs -- I mean, sausages -- come with freshly made potato chips. Crispy, salt, perfect with beer. Oh right, the beer. Nothing on the wall was sweet, chocolatey, or Belgian enough for me, but the selection is impressive for all you beer lovers. And, if you can't decide, you can spin the wheel of beer and leave it to the fates.
I went with a dark Imperial Stout, and David got Double Dog from Flying Dog Brewery. Little icons appear beneath each beer to let you know what shape of glass it will be served in.
One reason I'll be back soon (aside from those very tasty not-dogs) is the communal atmosphere. Games are available to play, and the long communal bar with stools in the middle of the room is conducive to socializing. We struck up a fun game of Apples to Apples with the couple seated beside us at the bar.