Live from the Seneca Lodge Bar

It's a very exciting time for us right now.
Both myself and my co-hort down in Tennessee have a bad case of VB (vacation brain) or, better yet, RWB (race weekend brain). It's been hard to concentrate on work. Our brains are already down in Watkins Glen, they're just waiting for our bodies to show up!

Speaking of which, in this post I pay tribute to our home office. Without it the weekend would not NEARLY be as enjoyable.

When: The Glen race weekends 2001-
Where: The Seneca Lodge

I first discovered our home-away-from-home back in 2001. A insider media guide said that the Lodge was the place where teams and anyone who knew anything about racing met up for beers and laughs. Sounded good to me. So off we went...up the mountain, hard right and there it was.

Rustic would fit the area around the race track and there is no better example of rustic than the Lodge. It's like walking into the cottage your grandparents owned at a small lake right down to the screen door.

After walking through the dining hall and around the salad bar you're greated by the sounds of a good old American pub. Complete with a mish-mosh of racing banners, what seems like thousands of arrows in the wall and instead of the moosehead, a huge bee hive hanging from the ceiling.

The Lodge is all about family. Family owned, family run and it seems as if everyone knows everyone. Not only are there race fans in the crowd but teams, locals and folks who look like they haven't left the place since last hunting season.

The Lodge is run by the Brubaker family and we're especially close with their son Sam.
Sam is the opitomy of bartenders. A good looking kid who knows how to pour a drink, when to give one on-the-house and, his best quality, he knows how to throw a good verbal zinger. There's nothing we like more than a little (or alot) of verbal volleyball. And also be ready to go home with a wallet full of two dollar bills and dollar coins. Some people think that change is odd but I think it's all about what gives this place it's charm and originality.

So we'll be there to punch the clock Thursday night.
Let's just hope they haven't graduated to a life-sized stand-up of Boris in the bar. We'll see enough of that squirrel all weekend!