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| - As my legal drinking years rack up each birthday, I get less and less patient with the Old Town scene, and Shotgun Bettys is now off the list.
First off, this place is so crowded you can't move. It makes it kinda tough to enjoy, and even tougher to get a drink - you have to push your way between the ogling dudes at the front who are not giving up their primo seats for anything.
The roving waitresses are extremely annoying - they have no sections obviously, so you get asked every 5 minutes if you need something, even if you're sitting there with nearly full drinks.
The bartenders have been uber bitchy the last several times; yes we know, you're hot enough to work here, but you're still just a bartender in the service industry. Drop the act. One of my lady friends ordered Grateful Deads, and was handed 2 shots. What the??? Upon correcting the bartender that they were actual drinks, she got such a horrible look that she refused to go back to the bar... oh, and also received 2 undrinkable drinks. Seriously, these were terrible. My Long Island at $8 was just as bad - literally tasted like rubbing alcohol. I had to order a Coke to chase swallows of it with.
Curious as to WHY our drinks were so awful, I squeezed up to the bar to see what liquor they used. Good luck would have it that the dude next to me also ordered a Long Island, and I found out why it tasted like rubbing alcohol - for your $8 drink, you get it made with Montezuma tequila and Barton's gin. Oh, and not shaken, just layered on with maybe 1/4" Coke on top.
... FFS, that is disgusting. My bartender friends would be horrified. They need to hire some girls that actually know how to mix a drink.
For the final act, I got stared down as I signed my tab - I don't know if she was afraid I was gonna steal her precious pen, or she was trying to intimidate me into a bigger tip, but it was awkward.
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