Category: Bar Life
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The Blue T-Shirt
It started with a T-shirt—a stupid $12 T-shirt. Football brings out the worst in people and I didn’t help matters last Saturday wearing a BYU t-shirt to the bar. The staff was allowed to wear U of U gear for the last Holy War match between the local rivals. I, thinking I was going to…
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The Gluttonous Pyramid
They come in all shapes and sizes, from around the country and the globe. There are youngsters just out of high school to senior citizens trying to enjoy the twilight of their lives. Destination? Utah. Their business? Multi-level marketing. Pyramid schemes and somehow they always make it to my club. In the plus/negative list of…
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Fugazi Makes the Kessel Run
I have a theory. No, actually I have an observation. As one of the three managers at Keys On Main, I am bestowed with an odd privilege that rank-and-file staff members do not get to enjoy. It’s not a carte blanche with Miller Lites or an endless supply of free Red Bulls or nachos (all…
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A Nursery of Raccoons
Like a row of porcelain dolls, they stared blankly at me. Rows upon rows of people stood motionless in awkward positions in front of the bar. Neither drunk or sober, their blood was the equivalent of driving down the center of the road. I genuinely wanted to help them but they were beyond help. They…
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The Venn Diagram
It was only a matter of time. The pushing and shoving was getting too intense, too personal for it to continue before it escalated to the next level. I had been watching it unfold since the beginning and years of doing the work, I knew it was a matter of when not if. If your…
Ben Raskin 