May 28, 2008
Ha-Ra
So Rick and I just got back from visiting McCreary in San Francisco. During our time there, we found this gem: The Ha-Ra Club. The bartender's name is Carl, and he is the meanest, drunkest and perhaps most generous bartender I have ever come across, and it was a riot. Take a look at some of the reviews, and I think you will get the idea.
Posted by John at May 28, 2008 02:51 PMAs we walked in for the first time ever: "...and speaking of these dildo-breath motherfuckers..."
Something I read but might have heard: "Fuck you I'm done let's go drink at Whiskey Thieves." That's the bar next door.
Scariest and funniest thing ever, and it happens every five seconds: "hey! Hey!...do you trust me?" Afterwards he pours you a free triple shot of the worst tequila ever pured by anyone anywhere. I couldn't find it via google. We think it was called El Pueblito.
"Got any money?"
Also he keeps the jukebox on a carpet dolly so he can swing it out from the wall and unplug it if something comes on he doesn't like. And it will not be plugged in for the rest of the night.
There's also a TV that, through googling, I think was made in 1959.
Closing, every night: "Good night, go home, get lucky, get laid."
Posted by: McCreary at May 29, 2008 03:47 AMYeah, it's a good thing I like tequila because I drank a lot of it there. I still don't know how much he charged for drinks - he seemed to be making up prices on the spot. And half the time I gave him money (not often, since he was both nice and forgetful) he just put it into his sweatpants. Classic.
I think we stayed with him until the end of the night both nights we went. The "end of the night" being 12:30 or so because Carl had to "go home and fuck [his] mother."
Posted by: Rick at May 29, 2008 11:24 AM