A fellow bartender and I went to the local shit-hole, as it was the last place open.
I say shit-hole as tape holding the bar top together.
You name it they had ALL the tapes. Fill in the blanks of what the rest of the bar looks like.
The service and clientele were entertaining, leaning towards the sideshow-circus-level.
We walked out after having a generic can soda because “The soda on the gun is shit here,” according the bartender, and bottle of beer.
We were laughing and so happy to work at the establishments we do.
Sometimes the worst bar is the best place to go!