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97 S. 6th St., Brooklyn, NY, 11211
nr. Bedford Ave.
718-302-0511
miumiu22 from 11206 | Posted on 11/14/09
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Let me begin by saying that I went here a few weeks ago and had a lovely hot toddy by a guy that "loves hot toddies." It was good enough and his vibe was pleasant enough and the bar was chill enough for me to want to return. In fact, all of that motivated me enough to trudge 12 blocks in the rain to the bar tonight. (Some may read this and think, "Boo hoo. You got rained on. Get over it.") Look, I wasn't expecting "Hail the Conquering Hero" to be played on cue as I crossed the threshold, but I also wasn't expecting what transpired.
miumiu22 from 11206 | Posted on 11/14/09
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I notice the same guy tending bar as I approach. The other bartender working approaches me first. As I begin to tell her I am waiting for her colleague to make me a hot toddy like he did so well a few weeks prior she interrupts, throws her hands up and says, "I'm not making anymore hot toddies. I've been making them all night." Um…yeah, that's why I'm waiting for him. Also, you don't feel like making any more, so that's it? I realize that there is a bit of Wild West law to the bar industry, but that's crap. When I worked in service I certainly didn't subscribe to that philosophy—and I'm not one of these the-customer-is-always-right types either. I mean, come on.
miumiu22 from 11206 | Posted on 11/14/09
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She marches away and I eventually get his attention, he makes my drink…"That'll be $7"…as I return from the ATM with cash to pay him, I notice he is now busy with other customers. After a few minutes of waiting, I just figure I'll have her ring me up. I get 12 bucks back. "He told me it was $7?" She barks, "I've been charging $8 all night." Confused and irritated I go, "Oh. Okaayyy" and begin to put my money away.
miumiu22 from 11206 | Posted on 11/14/09
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I'd hardly slid the change into my wallet when she yelled, "You stiffed me and your friend stiffed me so drink your drinks and get the hell out of my bar!" "Well, but you understand my position, right? I would have tipped him, but you're taking more money from me than I was told to pay." She cuts me off with something like, "He's wrong and that's the way it is!" As I walk away I say, finally, "Get your facts straight." As I turn my back she yells, and I mean yells, "Fucking bitch!"
miumiu22 from 11206 | Posted on 11/14/09
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Incredible. I suck my hot drink down as fast I could and regret not catching the nice guy's attention to slip him a deserved tip on my eventual exit. I honestly thought she might jump me if I tried to return to the bar. Don't go to this place if you hope to be treated with a normal measure of respect, reason and maturity.
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