One time I was there they were selling shots of NyQuil. A prostitute tried to kidnap my friend's chihuahua by stuffing it in her titties. If you got too far gone, the bartenders would straight up steal all your shit. Legendary.
Just read your bio and realized that god help me maybe I’ve been to this bar? West Philly out in the 50s somewhere? It has that grim look of bleary near-familiarity, as if I’d remember it if I hadn’t killed the relevant neurons.
This was almost certainly more sanitary than any of the glassware, so it was actually an act of public service. No one gives back to the community anymore.
