The Service Bar

I have never been to a bar that I didn’t like until I came to The Service Bar.
My brother-​in-​law were hanging out on a Saturday night and along the way, we ran into an old high school friend of his. Good times and good vibes all around. It was fun and exciting for him and we just talked with each other about whats going on, the Mavs, etc. Anyway, suddenly, my brother-in-law’s friend tossed the idea of shooting some pool. So we took off on foot from The Libertine to head towards The Billiard Bar. Well, along the way, he saw The Service Bar and suggested that my bro and I go in with him because it’s a neat place (he probably just wanted to see some females on the stipper pole they have). I figured, sure why not lets go in.
First off, if you’re going to have a door guy, please be guarding the door. This fool was 10 feet away, practically in front of The Service Bar’s neighbor, and having a conversation on his cell phone. So unbeknown to us there’s a door guy, we proceed to open the door and this guy suddenly decides to jolt back over there and yell «HEY! BRO! GET BACK HERE! BRO!!!» **REACHES OUT TO GRAB US** Whoa whoa whoa. Hold up buddy, whats your problem??? «I need to check ID,» he says. Well shit, where were you? That should have been my cue to suggest to my bro and his friend that we just continue onward to shoot some pool instead. But we showed him our IDs, as if we really needed to, and entered on in.
My brother and his friend were slowly walking into the place as they held their conversation, so I walked ahead and took my seat at the bar right in front the bartender, a young girl, probably in her mid 20s, with a nice bookworm appearance. I order my beer, she hands it to me, I pay her and leave a tip. No harm. Playing the game by the rules. My brother and his buddy finally take their seats. The buddy orders two whiskeys with a splash of coke. She gives him the drinks, he reaches in his pocket for the cash, gives it to her, but proceeds to dig back in his pockets as if he realized something was wrong. I would later find out he was wondering where the rest of his cash went. So he walks away from the bar in order to retrace his steps. Apparently in the 45 seconds that elapsed from when the bartender actually served the shots and when my bro’s friend left the bar in concern for his missing cash, the bartender got pissed off. She takes his shots and my beer away. I go «whoa what is this??» She tells me that because my new acquaintance didn’t tip her, she was no longer going to serve us. WHAT THE HELL??? I PAID FOR MY BEER AND HE PAID FOR THE TWO SHOTS!!! The guy didn’t even get to take his damn shot! For the record, my brother did take his, luckily. And I’ll admit that my bro and his friend, upon his return, got a little out of hand which resulted in us getting escorted out. But really, I know that there are several other people who would have been pissed off in the same situation. In my case, I paid for MY OWN beer and she’s taking it away because someone else didn’t tip her??? Really, in all seriousness, fuck that place. Never going there again.

I puked in my mouth in this bar once. Stupid Goldshlager. I was squished into a chair next to the window and surrounded by people. My friends and I got into the bar, underage, and we were so excited we ordered a round of shots, and then another, and another.
It’s still there on Lower Greenville after all these years. I don’t go back often. The music usually sucks and there are loads of 40-​year-​old dudes trolling for drunk, young girls. However, I have a tender spot in my heart for the bar were I had my first mouth up-​chuck and earned my reputation for being a bad-​ass amongst my guy friends.
My mouth vomit almost made one of my friends sick, so Service Bar gets another star for that.
I think I’ll go in a have a shot next time I’m in the area.