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| - Great back patio, despite the rather angry staff. Apparently it was a bad night for staff at the TST. It was chilly outside, so there were a couple of tiki torches lit. We stepped off the porch and down to the patio by the ping pong tables, and there was an unlit torch, so I decided to go light it from the one on the patio myself. As I was about to light it, someone grabbed the stand, and I wheeled around to see one of the staff with an angry face ask me "What are you doing? The fire marshal told us yesterday that we couldn't have these, and now you're dripping oil all over the patio." Now I understand that this guy probably has to deal with lots of drunken crazies with pyro fetishes (after all there's a table at the outside bar that has a fire pit in it), and he needs to be firm to get his point across, but I did not at all appreciate that tone when there were clearly other tiki torches lit around the porch, and there was not a drop of oil on the ground under the torch that I was holding. Ok, whatever, "I'm so sorry, I'll just sit down". Three minutes pass, and the same guy walks out to light the said tiki torch. He then pats my arm and says "There you go, honey, your torch is now lit." Please don't touch me, particularly if you don't know me, and you were just reprimanding me with angry eyes. I know you're trying to make nice, but the touching only makes it creepy. 5 minutes later, a different guy on the patio who was smoking and talking on his cell phone closes his phone forcefully while uttering a choice expletive and walks up to the tiki torch, blowing it out with wet, smoky breath. He then proceeds to walk up to the porch and blow them all out, and recruit the original employee from my story, and they carry all the now blown-out tiki torches back to the shed where no one can mess with them. Guess the fire marshal did call.
Whatever, I understand, just wish they'd had their story straight. So now I'm watching ping pong, and helping retrieve the balls that fall under the net (why bother to have a net if it doesn't go all the way to the ground to catch the balls), and all of a sudden the first employee comes running out with angry eyes to yell at the girl who put her bottle on the table. Again understandable, but she was not being drunk or belligerent, and it was the first time, for like 2 seconds. Clearly this guy has had to deal with one too many people and just doesn't care about being hospitable any more.
All that said, I did like this place. There could have been more heaters out back, but the ping pong, cornhole, and fire pit by bar were awesome. I would go back. As long as I wear heavier clothes for the cold weather, and make sure to be on my best behavior.
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