It was a frosty Saturday evening as we set off for Sta-Who's, and the cavalry arrived directly.
We circled through the rear parking lot and welcomed ourselves past a crowd of smoking bikers into a wall of sound. I made a friend with Earl, the bouncer (and musician) who was built like a brick outhouse. At 6-foot-5 with long, thick dreadlocks and clocking in at around 300 pounds, he cut a striking figure.
My gang ordered a full-sized pitcher of Coors, a double of Jameson on the rocks and two vodka and teas for a not-to-be-believed first round price of $15. $15? For those who go out on a regular basis, this is what's known as an insanely good deal.
An orange neon guitar clock accented the wall behind the bar next to a festive skeleton dressed like a pirate. Every television in the bar was tuned to a NASCAR race (no hockey or college football games to be found), and the entire place was glued to it. The band started setting up various microphone stands, equalizers and a drum set that would even make Rush drummer Neil Peart jealous.
My buddy Ian showed up over-dressed for the evening, then Mike sashayed in with a secondhand Sabres jersey. Z-N-R (the band for the evening) opened its set with Steve Miller's "Space Cowboy." Not exactly my cup of tea, but it had a positive effect on the Saturday crowd, which seemed like a 97 Rock sort of crew. Gender-wise, the split was incredibly 5 0/5 0, with lots of eligible bachelors and bachelorettes.
Z-N-R brought the noise with a cover of Stealers Wheel's Dylanesque "Stuck in the Middle." The band kicked into second gear with an admirable version of the Rolling Stones' "Sympathy for the Devil."
Our quorum ordered wings (in a reservoir of hot sauce), pizza (spicy and filling) and a roast beef on weck for my wife -- she deconstructed it selfishly in short order, proclaiming that it was "pretty tasty!" Thanks in large part to audience request, the band then regaled us with the Beastie Boys' "Fight for Your Right (to Party)."
With the wife and brother-in-law petering out, we took our leave at around 11:30. We left our buddy Kozak with two plates of wings (one hot and saucy and the latter slathered in sweet barbecue sauce). Each single order was only $6 and arrived quickly and steaming off the plate.
Party on, Sta-Who's. This place doesn't need instructions on how to rock.
Sta-Who's Bar & Grill1
493 Harlem Road, Cheektowaga
Music: Loud rock. Live music Fridays and Saturdays featuring the Heavenly Hillbillies, Z-N-R, Zero Nerve Response and a Johnny Cash tribute.
Scene: Friendly yet dyed-in-the-wool biker bar with rockabilly memorabilia.
Drinks: Mixed drinks so cheap it's practically criminal.
Dress Code: Jeans and your choice of road-worn leather.