So the bouncer comes up to me one night and yells: "Don't spit again." I guess the guy was stalking me and looking for a reason to throw me out. I told him I wouldn't do it again and thought everything was settled.
I returned a week later and the bouncer takes my ID at the door, scans it, like he's gonna let me in, and tells me I'm banned.
If I did something stupid, I could understand being kicked out of a bar or banned, but spitting on a dirty bar floor once is not one of them. This guy was jealous I usually have a good time with some college cuties at The Garage Door and wanted to ruin my night.
This spot has a good college crowd being right next to Pitt but the staff has a major attitude problem. The two severely tattooed bartenders (one tall blonde and a short brunette) are colder than an ice cube at the morgue. I've never seen either of them smile. I hope this place gets a clue and hires people that treat others with respect or your bar might be on the next episode of Bar Rescue.