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| - I used to kind of like the Blind Pig. It was the cool place in the Warehouse District with the party atmosphere, but it wasn't quite as packed as the Velvet Dog or the Barley House. But after going there a few times, seeing the same lame band covering Top 40 songs, waiting forever for drinks at the main bar, I just got tired of it. The last time I went was when I really decided I didn't care if I ever went back. Because the main bar is usually backed way u with service, I went to one downstairs which was much less busy. I went to the bar, got myself something cheap, a Bud light or miller or something, handed the dude a 20, which I just *just* withdrew from the ATM minutes ago and was all I had, while he handed me back $2 and walked away. I tactfully called him back over and just told him that I gave him a 20. Upon hearing this, he began screaming at me and not for one second considering he might have been wrong. I mean, it was a Friday night, there are people around so the dude was kind of busy, but not THAT busy. After yelling a few minutes about what a loser I am, he took out his cash tray and showed me the 5 dollar bill I supposedly gave him. Right next to all the 1s, 10s, and 20s. I didn't really see what his point was. To the Blind Pigs credit though, when I asked for management, they took me to another room, told him what happened, and they gave me $15 back. overall, not a horrible place to go on W. 6 on the weekend, but you might wish you were elsewhere after about an hour.
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