More than anything I really hate to bad mouth a local place. I will do my damn hardest to give every single place a fair shot but last night I have to say that I was in SHOCK at the most rude and unpleasant bartender I have ever come across.
Me and a couple of locals went to dinner at The Habitat (which is wonderful and the bartenders, awesome) and then decided to hit another bar for some beers. My girlfriend suggested we try Van Gogh’s Radio Lounge across the street from my house. I’d actually gone there a couple of weeks ago with another friend for a quick nitecap and thought it was cool.
But this time as soon as we sat at the bar, there was an instant attitude from the woman behind the bar. She asked for ID, which me being 33 years old thought was funny, but like any woman over the age of 30, I was flattered and both me and my girlfriend obliged. She hardly even acknowledged us and it was clear she was not going to be a friendly chick, but by no means did I give a shit at that point.
The guy we were with was in the bathroom and my friend and I each ordered. I got a Brooklyn Lager and she asked for a Chardonnay. The wine came out of a little bottle and my girlfriend mused how it was cute – not a word from the bartender. She just acted as if we weren’t there and the thought of serving us was disgusting her.
When he came out of the bathroom, she proceeded to proof him – with an attitude, once again. He pulled out his wallet and as he was getting his license out he made a small joke – “How about your smile for my license?”. He wasn’t hitting on her, it was a simple ice-breaking sort of comment. I mean he was in the bathroom the whole time while she was treating me and my friend like shit and it only took him two seconds to see that she was clearly a rude, nasty person.
And this is the part that just takes the cake. She stood there with a fucking face on and then proceeded to say “This is MY bar and I can do what I want and I’m not going to play games with you, either show me your ID or leave.”
He had his wallet out, it’s not like he was avoiding showing her his ID. She was just Hell-fucking-bent on being a complete and utter fucking nasty person to us from the moment we walked in. I would be the first to admit if we were in any way being obnoxious, loud or provoking this woman at all. Not one single iota.
We drank our drinks and left. I sat there the whole time being made to feel uncomfortable and as if I was trespassing in a public fucking bar. I seriously just could not believe the way she acted. I can’t possibly fathom what made her treat us like pieces of shit from the moment we walked through the door. Maybe she has a thing against Hispanics since my two friends were Peruvian? Or maybe just because our clothes weren’t ironic enough? Maybe we didn’t have enough tattoos? I may never know.
Now great, it’s her bar. She can feel free to treat people any way she damn well pleases but I will never step foot inside that place ever again and I will tell anyone who listens not to either. That’s for damn sure.