As a LONG time customer of Fat Cats bar it boggels my mind that ONE gay person in their bar could make them so upset. Up until last nite, 12 years of going there, why does the door bouncer have to say, "Queer get out"....Okay, I'll take my $70.00 I spend each nite and go somewhere else...?? He didn't know I was friends with the owners??...sad ending for nice owners but a rough staff...
Best Place to Get Drunk - 2009
Original Fat Cat's
I sometimes picture my liver in the glass bottle of vodka behind the bar. On tough days, it's in the whiskey. If this just worried you, stop reading here... because in the dark, dank world of Fat Cat's, shame isn't welcomed. I know this — I'm the regular, not you. I am not worried that this self-proclaimed acknowledgment will expose me. The barkeeps and fellow patrons don't know where I work or what I do. The staff didn't just walk off the sitcom Cheers. At Fat Cat's, there is no time to get to know you — so shuffle up to the bar and order your drink. That kind of cheery welcome satisfies the lovely, low-maintenance bartenders. This is not the place where female quasi-bartenders stand on the bar — if there's ass shaking in your face, that's because you fell on the dirty ground. Take my lead: Bring to the bar only the companions who understand the lush, drunk, or zombie drunk side of you. In this liquor shop, succumb to the drunkenness and embrace a look that says you have nowhere to go. Be nowhere and everywhere at once — be in your watering black hole.