The last bar I was “asked to leave” was the Bellevue (RIP). Ten minutes later I was kicked out of a cab. And shortly after that my companion was arrested by undercover cops while we were in the subway. That was either the acme or nadir of my drinking life.
Can I play? I’ve been banned for life from the Corner Bistro. It happened at 3AM on a Saturday night. I tried going back once on a Wednesday after work just for a burger - no drink - and the bartender (who I’d presumed had at least a mild case of early onset senility) immediately recognized me and screamed at me accross the bar to “get the fuck out, the fucking balls YOU!”
We went to A Salt and Battery for dinner instead.
PS - This is a far better thread than yesterday’s Julius vs. Ethel throwdown.
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