I remember a few years back when I first stepped into the West End Bailey’s, a sports bar chain that was the product of urban sprawl and the Hooters down the road only having so many server positions.
The wings were over-priced, the mid-rifts were bare and the beer was cold.
It was always packed back then. All the guys looked like Kia dealership salesmen and all the girls looked like they needed someone to help them pay their rent. It was perfect. And I think it lasted like this for a while.
Last night I returned to Bailey’s for the first time in years. It was Thursday during happy hour and there was nary a patron besides my friends and I, who only stopped there because it was conveniently located between our places of work. And it was sad– without even the crack of a pool cue to break the silence. (I say silent, but Baileys does blast really bad castaway music videos from super groups like the “A-teens.”) It was kind of like seeing that old high school flame that you still had fleeting, drunken’ moments of ribald lust for, only she was working at a car wash and living right above the car wash.
Rest in peace, Baileys. I no doubt you’ll close soon, only to be replaced by a Christian Science Reading Room or battery store. And I hope your lovely ladies find their way down to BW3 or the new and improved Richard’s Restaurant and Gentleman’s Club.
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In my experience, most bars aren't all that busy during happy hour on a weekday. Just based on location I'd guess that they're plenty busy on weekends, especially during games.
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