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photo: courtesy of Bridget Cicenia
There is life beyond the giant, lovely, wonderful patio: Pontiac's gas-station-esque front doors roll up to reveal an interior that literally pales in comparison to the brightness outdoors. Drab browns overtake the space, which features a modest stage in back (for weekly live music), a lone disco ball, a handful of tables and a bar that runs parallel to the semi-open kitchen across the room.
The great outdoors features plenty of wire, patio-like four-seater tables (that easily and usually squeeze in more than that), and a row of plastic chairs line the thick orange railing that serves as a method of crowd control but doubles as a spot to rest your drink.
You'll want to stay until the sun sets, and Pontiac wisely plies its guests to do so with big-enough-for-two eats like a crab cake po' boy with honey chipotle aioli and the Pontiac, a layering of prosciutto, tomato, basil and provolone, best eaten with a heaping spoonful of giardiniera on top. Pair with a basket of rosemary-seasoned fries.
There's a full bar, and the margaritas, served in pint glasses, come highly recommended by this patron. Those in the mood for suds with their sunshine won't be disappointed. The beer list kicks things off with $4 Budweiser and the ever-popular Mickey's. You can notch your way up from there with $5 Red Stripe and Young's Double Chocolate Stout (among others) or spend big with an $8 Lindemans Lambic Kriek. Cash only.
Centerstage Reviewer: Kate Schwartz
