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| - Considering the amount of 4 and 5 star reviews I am reading here, I would have thought that this was a good place to go for a couple of beers....Not so much. With that said, it has been a while since I just sidled up to a bar, sat down and drank a couple, so maybe things have changed drastically in regards to service, pricing and general enjoyment of ones time.
I had to drop off my youngen at his school dance downtown and had 2 hours to kill. I thought a drive over to NODA would be fun to see what's up and have couple of beers and wings while I worked over a menu I was writing for a Mardi Gras party. Parking in NODA is a bit of a problem when you don't know the area well so the open spot in front of the sign proclaiming that only patron's of the Dog Bar could park there or be booted (I am no fan of the BOOT!) I decided that, being a dog fan, I would get my saunter on and have a beer there with my 4 legged friends.
The place if fairly dive-y (Me like-y) and there are dogs running all over the place. It's what I would expect. They have numerous beers on tap including local faves so I pulled up a stool and, though there was a big old spill in front of me, I figured the young lady tending bar would get that taken care of when I ordered. This is where I should have decided that a one and out would be my best bet. I ordered an OMB Copper which took a long time to get due to the changing of the keg halfway through the pour. She plopped the cup down and went to turn away, so I had to stop her to ask if she would be kind enough to wipe the bar down. (I had a notebook and my tablet at the ready to do some work) she gave a half-hearted swipe of the mess getting about half and then tossed a small stack of bev-naps on the bar near me, apparently so that I could do it myself. SUPER!
The lovingly made Copper does wonders for one's soul and I happily ignored my disdain and worked on my menu. The bartender was a loud and boisterous soul (which I have no problem with as long as you are getting your work done). I finished my beer, during which time I found out that she was having decidedly too little sex with her not-a-real boyfriend,( just a FWB), watching her drop a case of beer on the floor and other fun stuff. She saw that my cup was empty and took care of the business of a fresh beer. That was pretty much the end of my personal service for the evening. I finished the beer in about 20 minutes and placed my cup in front of me while I worked. She sat/stood about 4 feet away from me on the other side of the bar and told two guys all about her life, her website, all her hopes and dreams, about how cheap it is to have your Mani-Pedi done by Asians, etc, while my cup sat there in plain view. I even made eye contact and yet at that time she was not ready to finish her role as talking person and it sat. Then more people walked in (about 10) she walked by my empty cup and got to serving the crowd. At one point she served a couple of Jagerbombs and knocked a fat shot of Jager back herself while I sat there and watched. This operation took anther 10-15 minutes. At this point I had enough and just wanted to pay and roll. Finally she deigns to give me the time of day and asks if I need another. No says I and I hand her a $20 to pay my 2 cups of beer. $9.50 later (for a beer made down the street) and I am on my way.
In the last 20 minutes of my stay, she lost sales for her employer, stole liquor, broke the law by drinking behind the bar, and lost a good tip. Not a good performance by a long shot. I feel no need to ever go back and really rue the fact that I didn't take the time to get out faster and try another joint.
Eat and drink well, my friends, just not here!
V-Dub
Eat and drink well, my friends, just not here.
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