Nos juntamos un grupo de amigos, queríamos tomar unas chelas. Andando por Santiago terminamos en un pub, a estas alturas ya muy conocido. Quisimos comprobar si mantenían su sabor y su calidad.
Entramos al HBH, un ambiente acogedor, típico ambiente chelero, buena onda, tranquilo.
Este lugar me trae tantos hermosos recuerdos: las juntas con los amigos de la universidad… luego de una semana agotadora, unas chelas no caen mal. ¡Vamos al HBH!, decíamos. Era nuestra válvula de escape, y ahora terminamos acá, qué increíble, fue sin querer, pero nuestra alma cervecera nos trajo.
La atención era buenísima, oportuna. Como siempre los garzones, estudiantes relajados, muy simpáticos y empáticos, que no es menor, cuando uno quiere pasar un rato agradable, sin sentirse invadido por personas que no están en la misma onda.
El lugar, un tanto rústico, mucha madera, tipo cantina gringa, muy acogedor y la comida, los pancitos de ajo y otras cositas ricas que acompañan a las cervezas.
Y lo más importante, las “chelas”: ¡qué ricas¡ heladitas.
La verdad, lo pasamos fantástico, nos reímos a morir, entre trago y trago, recordamos esos años universitarios tan añorados. Esa época intensa, donde todos queríamos arreglar el mundo y sentíamos que todo lo podíamos. (Versión completa en edición impresa)
A BEER FOR THE GOOD OLD DAYS
A group of friends and I got together; we wanted to go out for a few beers. We wandered around Santiago and ended up at a pub, which at this point had become very popular. We wanted to see if its beer still had its original taste and quality. We went into the HBH, which has a cozy, typical alehouse atmosphere, relaxed and full of good vibes.
This place brings back so many good memories of getting together with friends from college… after an exhausting week, a few glasses of beer weren’t unwelcome. ‘Let’s go to HBH!’ we would say. It was our escape, and now, again, we ended up at the same good old joint. It was amazing, unintentional; our beer-lover souls brought us here.
The service was great and timely. As always, the waiters were relaxed, friendly and empathetic students, which is important when you want to have a good time without feeling encroached upon by people who aren’t in the same frame of mind.
The place is somewhat rustic with lots of wood. It’s a typical “gringo” bar, warm and inviting. The food was great; garlic bread and other delicious tidbits came with the booze. Most importantly, the beer was so delicious and frosty cold.
Honestly, we had a great time. We laughed ourselves to death and, between drinks, we remembered those yearned-for college years, that intense period when we all wanted to fix the world and felt that we could do it all.
After all, it was the HBH pub that took us in. Stored in those walls are not only our memories, but the memories of so many other groups of friends as well…
A “chela” for remembrance (Edition # 4, July 2011)