Sandra S.
Yelp
Is it Ballard's Best Burgers & Brew? Butts Boobs Beer Bust? Ballers Bedouins Bananas & Be-Boppers? Much if not endless discussion has ensued regarding the B's in the 4 B's name.
This is in tribute to a bar that actually makes me feel like I have left the ridiculous hipster mecca that I live in (and will grudgingly admit to being guilty by association with).
Thank you to the Four B's for being "real" - you walk in. It's a bar. You get stiff drinks, and lots of options for beer. Adept waitstaff. The food is actually improving, though it has never been bad! The burgers, pita/hummus, chicken strips meal - all really good, and don't make me fear for the health of my bowels. My only disagreement here is with the bathrooms - not the most pleasant place, and today I will refrain from details and we'll just leave it at that. I've been to the 4 B's over many years and it's a great place for birthday parties and just hanging out getting drinks in a non-pretentious atmosphere that is an endangered species in these parts.
To enhance my review, I would like to write about my last visit to this establishment, the Saturday of the Fremont Solstice Fest. We were just chillin' in the main area, getting some food.... and the couple at the table next to us, who I was paying little attention to beforehand starts arguing somewhat loudly. We swivel our heads over collectively to catch the gal (who is wearing a tube top, I might add) about to throw a beer (gasp!) at her male companion. The bartender warns her to "leave her beer alone" and she quickly grabs the ketchup! Oh yeah! Things are getting exciting! Although I suddenly realized I was probably in harms way, being a mere three feet away - it didn't matter. There was a struggle as the man grabbed her ketchup clutching paw to resist the onslaught of red goo, fries were wrastled and flung about the table and onto the floor. In this slight squabble, her tube top came down. Yes, I saw her exposed boob which she neglected to fix. (gasp x2!) And as soon as it had begun, it was over... she stormed out while Pirate guy (oh yeah, forgot to add that this fellow was dressed like a pirate! Integral detail!!) goes over and sits at the bar. I would like to add that no one was hurt, except for the poor gals heart and maybe a little pride on both their parts. I didn't ever catch what the fight was actually about, though my table mate overheard something about "not calling for three hours". I'm sure it was a little deeper than that, but one never knows! After the kerfuffle, our lovely waitress came over and was like "What happened?!?! Tell me all the deets!!" and of course we were happy to give her the play by play. She jokingly remarked "I don't work at a dive bar for the pay!" - She, too, clearly relishing the slight overtone of Jerry Springer type phenomena that can happen suddenly in the blink of an eye or exposed breast, as may be the case.
I will continue to be a happy patron here, it hasn't gone the way of the Sloop quite yet. AND there is PARKING! Hell yes.