You know, I always thought bartenders were supposed to be welcoming and friendly. No? The one we had brought us beer but then completely ignored us for the next half hour, serving other people but breezing by us and the profane gentlemen to our left at the bar.
Finally, another bartender came over to bring another beer. When we asked for our tab, suddenly our original bartender regained her hearing and piped up, "THEY HAVE RUNNING TAB ALREADY!" Aha, magic! When it comes time to settle our bill, suddenly we exist!
Kind of a boring place, too, but they have Great Lakes beer on tap and it was delicious. It's right next to the ballpark, so it's slammed before home games. Obviously.