So I was in the Market Place last night, chilling out to some tunes when I was witness to one of the cheekiest bits of bar work I’ve ever seen.
At about 9.30pm I was second in queue for the bar. The man infront of me had just ordered a large round consisting of many pints of lager. With several pints of the man’s round yet to be poured, another barman took strips of paper and folded them over all of the beer taps. When the first barman had finished serving the man infront of me he asked me what I wanted. ‘Two pints of lager’ I said. ‘Sorry, we’re out of lager. You can buy it in bottles.’ He said. ‘Bullshit’ I said. It was at this point that the man who was infront of me asked the barman to top up one of the pints as it had a rather large head. The barman obliged. ‘What about that?’ I said. ‘Sorry, we’re out of lager. You can buy it in bottles’ He said. I sighed and bought two bottles.
Now, aside from the fact that it’s a little strange that all the barrels of various brands of beer in the cellar would mysteriously run out at exactly the same time, it’s quite irritating that this is not the first time this has happened. Last time I was in the Market Place, exactly the same thing happened at around the same time in the evening. At the time I put it down to the manager being shit and/or not ordering enough beer, but now I’m not so sure.
It’s a shame ‘cos otherwise it’s a lovely chillout type bar on a weeknight with a great basement room and lovely food. Pity the bar manager seems to see fit to take the non cocktail or alcopop drinking punters for such a ride.
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It feels strangely good walking out of a shop with a bag stuffed with vinyl. So good in fact that I went a little crazy and now can’t withdraw money from any cashpoints. Bugger.