Last night I met up with a few friends on Hollywood Beach and bar hopped a little. We started at O’Malley’s Ocean Pub (love that place… worked there for years so it is like home to me) then wandered down to Tucan’s then JPs. Tucan’s was fun, we got the spot right by the door which is great because it is the best place for the breeze but bad because you cannot hear your friends because the band is up your butt. It is comical that the bass player had to move out of the way every time someone needed to come in or out of the door. Then we went to JP’s (formerly Bu’s) to see the band Loose Cannon.
JP’s is a raunchy kind of place but can be fun sometimes. The band was great, lots of high energy music and my girlfriend and I danced and danced. The bar, very dissapointed. So dissapointed that I woke up thinking about it and it still makes me angry. The bartender was garbage and I am certain that I was severely overcharged. My bill came to $51.00 and all I had was a couple of domestic beers. Myself and two friends were on one tab together and we were only there for an hour and a half. The beers are $4.00 a piece (WAY too much for a domestic in a dive bar!) so we would have had to have drunk 12.75 beers in order for it to come to that amount. Huh? how are we supposed to have had a .75 of a beer? Plus, my other friend bought us a round. You have got to be kidding me to think we could have possibly drank that many beers in that amount of time.
I kick myself that I didn’t say anything about it (of course, she didn’t give me any reciept other than the slip that I sign for on the credit card) but it is all those years of being behind the bar that made me suck it up and keep quite. Now, more “clear-headed” (aka: sober) I hate that I didn’t speak up. I just pictured all of those drunks who would get their tabs and accuse me of over charging them when they had been sitting there for hours and hours on end pounding drinks & shots. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
It is unfortunate that people do that. They’ve now lost a customer in me.
I will never buy a beer there again.
I’ll go there if my friends go, but I will not give them my money.
