Posts Tagged ‘drinks’
Tags: bartender stories, drinks, food, Humor, life, man on man, musings, random, sexual tension
Had two regulars that would come in for Bears games like clockwork. Never missed a game in the two years I worked there. Nice guys married with kids and working as house painters. One looked like Michael Chiklis the other looked like Ned from Groundhog’s day. One day they get fall down sloppy and start causing a ruckus. I tell them that they have to clear out and they stumble to the sidewalk. Five minutes later everyone in the bar is gathering around the front window. I look out and these two dudes are making out in the middle of Clark Street. Never saw them again.
Tags: Bartender, bartender problems, drinks, drunk, food, how to be a bartender, life, musings, opinion, random, work
I once argued with a guy I had cut off for ten minutes that he was too drunk to stay. The reason? He had ordered one drink, gulped it down, and then puked everything in his belly up onto my bar. He then immediately forgot he had done this, and demanded to know where his drink was, argued with me that I had tossed it when he wasn’t looking, and that he hadn’t thrown up. I had to be like: “there is literally puke on the lapel of your coat right now. Look down.” He was stunned.
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Tags: Bartender, drinks, drunk, frat boy, fraternity drinking, Humor
One time I had a bunch of 30 something ex frat boys meet at my bar for some kind of frat boy reunion. I knew it was going to be a long night when a big fat balding wreck walks through the door and the group starts chanting, “BRONAN THE BEERBARIAN!”
Tags: bar, Bartender, drinks, Dumb People, fight, Funny, marine
Probably one of he coolest “fights” I ever saw was a Marine and some guy who was trash-talking him.
I was behind the bar talking to the Marine who was having a beer, and this other guy was standing behind my buddy, talking shit about him.
He was doing his best to ignore the guy, but finally sighed, handed me his beer, spun around, hit the guy – with an open hand- just under the ear and the guy just folded like fucking origami. Then the Marine turned back around, took his beer back and resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened.