Burgers. Beers. And Biggie.

Last night I had to work late and it was Eric’s turn to cook dinner. He’d promised to feed me when I got home at 8, and feed me he did. But, since he didn’t feel like cooking, I was treated to a burger and fries at the Corner Club.

Ah, the Corner Club – where you can walk in at 8:30 on a Wednesday night and find twenty 50-something dudes respectfully heckling over Fantasy Football rosters and one very loud 50-something dude filling his roster with the most colorful language this side of a Parental Advisory label. Where the guy behind the bar takes your order then studies the menu for a minute before earnestly offering this sage advice, “You know, for another quarter you can turn that Bacon Cheeseburger into a Double Bacon Cheeseburger …” Where by 9:30 a crowd of bicycle-riding hipsters rolls in, puts Notorious B.I.G. on the jukebox and proceeds to order so many rounds of Fireball you long for younger days when partying like a rock star on a school night was totally do-able.

Since it was sort of late, and I’m sort of old, I thought I should take it easy – so I skipped the bacon and the only-a-quarter-more second patty.

By 1 a.m. my belly was telling me I probably should have skipped the two pints of Mac and Jack’s, the basket of crinkle cuts and the horseradishy house sauce, too. By 2 a.m. my mind was looping, “Throw your hands in the air if yous a true playa …” which I took as my cue that I was ready to do it all again. And you know I will. Just maybe not on a school night.

You’ll find the Corner Club at 2208 N. Park Road in Spokane Valley.