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| - This place was absolutely the most filthy bar I have EVER been in.
I walked in around 6:15 for a 7:00 pool match. I discovered that there was live music, a dart tournament AND league Play for 8 and 9 Ball all scheduled for that evening. The place was over crowded. The Fire Marshall would have had a field day.
All of the chairs that are normally used for league pool players had been moved to quite literally two the other side of the bar. So, there were 12 Pool players and four chairs.
I went to the bar, where there was ONE bartender available to serve the entire bar. I asked for a Pepsi, easy ice. The server grabbed a glass and plunged it into the ice well. Scooping out an entire cup of ice. She placed the cup onto the drain area and used the soda gun to fill the glass. It foamed so much that it was overflowing in a matter of seconds. She poured part of the foam out and tried again, then again. It took her four tries to get the glass full with soda and not foam. As the glass spilled over, she continued to fill it. She handed me the glass, completely covered in sticky soda syrup at this point. I pointed to the bar top and asked if she had a napkin? She set the glass down and handed me a square cocktail napkin.
As the liquid dried, it became sticky. It only got worse, the longer the glass sat.
I took the glass back to where I had stored my cue case, and tried to use the napkin to wipe down the outside of the glass. The napkin stuck to the glass.
I walked back over to the server, who was standing next to the owner, who was Bull$&/++_ with other customers, and asked for a wet paper towel or wash cloth. The owner handed me a rag he pulled from a bucket full of dirty water. He didn't bother to ring it out, just handed it to me dripping wet.
I didn't want to put that in contact with my glass so I handed it back and asked for a paper towel instead. (He never asked why I wanted the cloth in the first place.) he ignored me.
I finally got a wet paper towel from the women's bathroom. I wiped down my glass and found a chair I could sit in to watch my teammates play.
When I went to stand up, for my turn to shoot, I discovered that I WAS STUCK to the chair. Both the back of my shirt and the seat of my jeans were stuck to the chair.
It was all just too disgusting. I shot my two games of Pool, won my match, settled my tab and hightailed it out of there.
If we have to play there again, I won't be participating.
I feel like I need a Typhoid Shot.
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