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The Infamous Beer Nazi--Austin, Texas

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sartorimunt:
Kind of like the Soup Nazi from Seinfeld...this guy, Jimmy, is much worse.  He owns a very hipster-elitist type establishment in South Austin, Texas called G&S Lounge, near where I used to work.  I got chased out the door with a billy club once for ordering a Budweiser.  He is such a bully, and he thrives on being a tough guy in front of the other patrons in the bar.  There is story after story of this guy just being a complete maniac...if you don't believe me, read this yelp entry....

http://www.yelp.com/biz/g-and-s-lounge-austin

I'm not saying prank the guy, or harass him.  But he's out of his fucking mind and clearly needs to be taken down a peg. 

Acidpez:
He hung up on me pretty fast... FAIL

ApprenticePhreak:
You know I absolutely hate drinking. It could be because I'm a spineless wimp and the two times I did drink I immediately over indulged. So out of fear of becoming a drunk I decided to mentally hate it. Now I really can't stand the taste of any sort of beer when offered a sip or socially pressured to drink in a silly fashion; which never amounts to anything more than take a sip and spitting it out on someone if the situation calls for it.

Regardless of this I'd occasionally travel around to various dive bars. They were often inhabited by lowly alcoholics, people down on their luck, and an atmosphere that pretty much inspires anyone who isn't drinking like a fish to write like a man with his last day on earth to finish out his will in careful detail. The dives I'd visit were in my old neighborhood, and if I was brave and had an abundance of cash to make sure my car wouldn't be stranded in the middle of no where, I'd go to the inner city.

During these visits I'd get a diet soda, if possible. More than often I'd end up just having to get a pineapple juice. Being diabetic is its own mediocre chain in life. Regardless of this I'd just get a few laughs in a taunting manner, or just thrown out of the bar due to being underage. Though being 25 with a valid license and not having the appearance of a child any more, you'd think that would stop that. Regardless of the laughs, heckles, and occasional idiot, I was never treated wrong. What blows my mind about the other people posting on that yelp site about it being a dive bar and this is normal practice only shows these are the local shit eaters who fester at the bottom of the lake in hopes for scraps while sticking up for the shark killing off less or wounded fish.

Where am I going with this? If this dive bar is of legend, and this man is a dickhead, fuck the patrons who tell the others to get out and calling them pussies for complaining. Shit. There's a difference between a lowly run bar that offers atmosphere than there is a piece of shit running your credit card like a dirty whore through the slums.

Maybe I'm done ranting for the day.
Maybe.

Nod:

--- Quote from: Acidpez on November 27, 2010, 09:55:53 PM ---He hung up on me pretty fast... FAIL

--- End quote ---

If you couldn't keep him on the phone then, yes, you probably do.


--- Quote from: ApprenticePhreak on November 28, 2010, 12:18:21 PM ---You know I absolutely hate drinking. It could be because I'm a spineless wimp and the two times I did drink I immediately over indulged. So out of fear of becoming a drunk I decided to mentally hate it. Now I really can't stand the taste of any sort of beer when offered a sip or socially pressured to drink in a silly fashion; which never amounts to anything more than take a sip and spitting it out on someone if the situation calls for it.

Regardless of this I'd occasionally travel around to various dive bars. They were often inhabited by lowly alcoholics, people down on their luck, and an atmosphere that pretty much inspires anyone who isn't drinking like a fish to write like a man with his last day on earth to finish out his will in careful detail. The dives I'd visit were in my old neighborhood, and if I was brave and had an abundance of cash to make sure my car wouldn't be stranded in the middle of no where, I'd go to the inner city.

During these visits I'd get a diet soda, if possible. More than often I'd end up just having to get a pineapple juice. Being diabetic is its own mediocre chain in life. Regardless of this I'd just get a few laughs in a taunting manner, or just thrown out of the bar due to being underage. Though being 25 with a valid license and not having the appearance of a child any more, you'd think that would stop that. Regardless of the laughs, heckles, and occasional idiot, I was never treated wrong. What blows my mind about the other people posting on that yelp site about it being a dive bar and this is normal practice only shows these are the local shit eaters who fester at the bottom of the lake in hopes for scraps while sticking up for the shark killing off less or wounded fish.

Where am I going with this? If this dive bar is of legend, and this man is a dickhead, fuck the patrons who tell the others to get out and calling them pussies for complaining. Shit. There's a difference between a lowly run bar that offers atmosphere than there is a piece of shit running your credit card like a dirty whore through the slums.

Maybe I'm done ranting for the day.
Maybe.

--- End quote ---

Can I get a tl;dr version of this?

ApprenticePhreak:
You go to a dive for atmosphere alone. You don't go to a dive to be treated like a piece of shit and have your credit card raped.

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