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Think about this, Pay Per View is around fifty dollars, add another fifty and that's a whole lotta junk food and a round of beer for your mates.
But twelve guys at the Firkin putting down twenty-five dollars each for mediocre food plus beer, that's three hundred bucks man! Three hundred bucks will get you food & beer drunk days after that UFC card. WHY DO PEOPLE GO TO SPORTS BARS?!
So I had to do my thang...or rather their thang (my friends) and put on my urbane camouflage. Muscle shirt, muscle sweater with the hood, muscle sneakers, muscle wristwatch, bad cologne. Listen to some Gangster rap to get into the mood.
I looked up the word 'Firkin' expecting it carry some kind of history from Ireland or Scotland, turns out all it represents is a company named Firkin who likes to name their chain of restaurant "& Firkin." So basically, this place is just called "The Frog."
Everyone guy here looked like they were on steroids, and they were all posturing. Chest out, chin up, pants on the ground. This is the subculture of men that mixed martial arts has created. The décor was simple wood, which I guess simulated the habitat for these ego rich, sense poor fellows.
I can't say there anything in particular which stands out, the food is on level to any other firkin, the selection and quality isn't exactly relevant to the restaurant if you really think about it, and the rear parking lot costs money.
People give me looks as if they're trying to tell me; "Hey, your Chinese, you're not supposed to be that big!" So I looked back at them and shoot the look of; "Well, at least my shirt fits me motherfooOO!"
Women do not hang out here, so what you doing men?!?!
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