Fast Eddie's is built for crusaders of booze who don't like to wait till the weekend -- or sundown, for that matter -- to get their sip on. A maniacally busy, down-home bar that can smell pretense coming from nine blocks away, Fast Eddie's is also more than happy to provide communion for folks whose schedules don't permit Sunday Mass (or rising before noon on Sunday). Fast Eddie's, you see, serves ice-cold Busch in a vessel that's a cross between wine goblet and milkshake glass. Pretty close to a chalice, in other words. Cool by us: Cold, working-class beer and the afternoon barflies who consume it deserve apostolic treatment.
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