getting cut off - respect for bartenders

[jakethesnake559]

Too often bar tenders continue to serve out drinks and rely on security guys to boot people out when they get a bit wobbly.
I've been kicked out a few times for being too pissed, but have been sold a drink moments earlier.
At least if I was cut off, I could save the cash and be given a chance to sober up without having to leave the venue.

Good to hear a bar tender with the balls to cut someone off.

 

[Amber Fluid]

Actually the law (here in Victoria) says "drunk, violent OR quarrelsome" patrons must leave a licensed premises when asked. Even if they think their money makes them god

Maybe technically. However, law throughout Australia I believe is that regardless, if you are asked to leave then you have no right staying and can be charged with the following if you do:
a/ trespassing and/or
b/ returning to a licensed premises when asked to leave. (I recently got charged with this one)

People tend to think because an establishment is called a "public bar" then because they are a member of the public they think they have a right to be there when in fact they have no right. They are actually a "guest".

Nobody has a right to stay when asked to leave, full stop. A reason is not even warranted.

 

[jyo]

I guarantee these people can't care less about you anymore.

I reckon bullshit. Judging by the over-reacting, belligerent arses that they sound like, I reckon they would still be bitching about it all week.

 

[Weizguy]

Can't really say as I've never been cut off. I usually cut myself off because I know when I can't drink any more. Sure I've already had way too much but still. I don't generally get to that point any more though.

I did get asked to leave the casino one night for being "too drunk" when all I was doing was sitting on a stool having a chat with a mate. That pissed me off because I was doing nothing wrong, just sitting quietly having a chat, not swaying around or nearly falling asleep or anything. I don't even think I had a drink in my hand. Stupid moron of a security manager or whoever the **** he was mustn't have liked the way I was dressed or something. <_<

You weren't winning money from them, were you?

I have been asked to leave after pulling off a big win and then spending the bulk of it again. THEN they asked me to leave, completely sober.

 

[Dan Dan]

Where do you work Pickaxe? Any decent beers on tap for me to come and try?

 

[Dan Dan]

I promise to be well behaved

 

[petesbrew]

I haven't been cut off, but at a work drinks a few months back a barman asked how many drinks I was up to.
It's a bit of a free for all at those events, and I was VERY happy at that stage, so I just took it as a "last drinks" call for me.

Got home safely, and recovered pretty well the next day.
All good.

 

[Bridges]

It's happened to me before when bar staff have been rude, I've been unhappy about it. Also had bar staff say stuff along the lines of "make this one a water and we'll see you in a while." Politeness goes such a massively long way. Either way it's the bloke behind the jump who gets to make the call, I respect that ultimately it is his livelihood on the line if the 5hit hits the fan.

 

[Spiesy]

Taken to its proper wording, it is a breach of RSA guidelines to serve a 2nd drink to any customer.

You're kidding, right?

I've been cut off a few times, and 95% of them were well deserved, no problems.

On a slightly different note, I find that a lot of people (not all, but a lot) who work in hospitality could do with being a little more hospitable. <- that comment isn't to do with being cut off, or even the serving of alcohol; just the attitude that some hospo staff display. I'm talking waiters, bar staff, anyone.
I've worked as a waiter and briefly as a barman before, it's not hard to just be polite and friendly.

 

[Bizier]

I had a story last night, but it was lost and I am not re-typing it, but the gist was:
I order a round plus a water for myself. The woman serving me remarked on the fact that I voluntarily drank water because later on she would be making people drink a glass before she would serve them and she was not looking forward to the inevitable abuse which would accompany it.

I generally can get pretty boozed but still get served because I hold my shit relatively together and I am generally friendly and polite. There is no point making enemies with the bartender, they are the one dispensing your drug of choice. Simple equation.

 

[surly]

I am ALWAYS polite to the people who provide my food and drink. ALWAYS.

Having said that, I have been told a few times that I would be receiving a water and not the drink I wanted. I accepted. Beats being booted and hell, I needed the damn water

 

[rbtmc]

Yeah I'm not risking heavy fines just so some wasted patron can get more wasted.
Don't get mad at me because you don't know how to control yourself. If I offer you a water then you're clearly legless.

 

[ash2]

Where do you work Pickaxe? Any decent beers on tap for me to come and try?

So come on Pickaxe where do you work , We are all keyboard friends here , Dan Dan & I will bring a keyboard each so we know eachother .
I think I can type for Dan Dan here when I say you can ( cut us off ) before we spill our drinks over the keyboards. :beer:

 

[soundawake]

I've only been cut off once.

Mildly funny story actually. Travelled to Melbs for a fun weekend with a couple of mates. We went to some hidden underground Japanese place called Yu-u for dinner (google it) and drank bucket loads of sake and got really merry.

On the drunken walk back home across town, we found a small bar that was still open and they happened to have a bottle of Bacardi 151 on the shelf. Righto, three shots ordered! I drank the shot, had a chat and a laugh with the the bar guy (who was the only worker in the whole place) and went to take a piss. As I was walking back from the toilet the bar worker came up to me and said 'you all have to leave. NOW.' I thought 'what the hell happened in the 45 seconds I was gone?' and I looked over to my friends out the front, then to the giant pool of vomit on the floor in front of the bar. Oh. One of my friends clearly didn't like the shot of one fiddy one.

So we were almost back at our hotel still walking, and we wandered past some underground punk bar. All of a sudden, some dude I've never seen before comes running up to me yelling, 'GARY!!!! Gary its you!!! How the **** are ya?? HEY EVERYONE ITS GARY!!!!' (I'm not Gary.)

I was so hammered I was like, 'hey **** yeah I'm Gary, whats up??' and all these guys and girls come running up to me saying '**** its Gary!!! So great to see you!!!! Lets get Gary a drink!!'

My friends were looking at me saying 'Gary??' but they went along with it. The unknown people dragged me down to the bar. I ordered a jug of pale ale at the bar and as I said 'ale' I slammed my debit card down on the bar and it broke in two. The woman had barely poured 200mL into the jug when she looked at me and said 'you have to leave'. All the unknown people were saying 'nooo Gary noo!!' Staaaay!' but there was no getting any alcohol from that place.

We walked to our hostel on Elizabeth St. The hostel has a bar on the first floor, and our room was on the 5th or 6th floor. We tried to go up the escalators to go through the bar to our room but the bouncers thought we were just drunken people looking for another drink (possibly guilty as charged) so they wouldn't let us in. No problemo, we used our swipe cards at the lobby next door to get in and up to the bar via the lift. We then thought it would be funny to leave the bar, so the bouncers would see us and go 'hang on, we didn't let those dudes in!!' so we left the bar downstairs via the escalators and said goodbye to the bouncers who looked rather quizzical. We then thought it would be funny to do this about 12 more times. Up the lift, down the escalators to wave goodbye to the bouncers. By the 8th or 9th time they said ENOUGH!! and threatened up with physical violence. Good time to go to bed. And there's my drunken story.

There was another time we stayed in the same hostel, we went to the Tool concert and took bucketloads of acid, and when we were back in our hostel room still tripping balls a half naked wet Japanese man who had come from the showers walked in and freaked us all totally out, (he was assigned the wrong room by the hostel staff) but that story's for another day.

 

[punkin]

 

[Yob]

The last time I got asked to leave a bar by the lady serving, I did so quietly and said goodnight, 2 months later I was shagging her and getting free beer..

Always leave quietly and be polite..

 

[tiprya]

It's just like the ref at the footy. You may not like the decision, or think it's fair, but no amount of complaining will make them change their mind.

 

[Pickaxe]

Its not always the case about having to leave once asked. If you have no safe way of getting home, or are incapable, the venue has a duty of care to look after you til you get to a state to get yourself home.

@ Dan Dan and Ash2 - The Reef Hotel Noosa Heads. No, there are no tap beers to come and try, there arent even bottle beers to come and try. its a ******* ALH venue.

Food's good though. And so is the view.

 

[Donske]

It's just like the ref at the footy. You may not like the decision, or think it's fair, but no amount of complaining will make them change their mind.

So very true, I once spent 2 hours drinking the water I was being given every time I asked for a beer, with typical drunken logic I figured **** it, persistance would pay off and the bloke behind the bar would eventually give me the pint I was asking for, I was wrong, worst part was that I was damn near sober by the time security asked me to leave.

 

[manticle]

I've only been cut off once.

Mildly funny story actually. Travelled to Melbs for a fun weekend with a couple of mates. We went to some hidden underground Japanese place called Yu-u for dinner (google it) and drank bucket loads of sake and got really merry.

On the drunken walk back home across town, we found a small bar that was still open and they happened to have a bottle of Bacardi 151 on the shelf. Righto, three shots ordered! I drank the shot, had a chat and a laugh with the the bar guy (who was the only worker in the whole place) and went to take a piss. As I was walking back from the toilet the bar worker came up to me and said 'you all have to leave. NOW.' I thought 'what the hell happened in the 45 seconds I was gone?' and I looked over to my friends out the front, then to the giant pool of vomit on the floor in front of the bar. Oh. One of my friends clearly didn't like the shot of one fiddy one.

So we were almost back at our hotel still walking, and we wandered past some underground punk bar. All of a sudden, some dude I've never seen before comes running up to me yelling, 'GARY!!!! Gary its you!!! How the **** are ya?? HEY EVERYONE ITS GARY!!!!' (I'm not Gary.)

I was so hammered I was like, 'hey **** yeah I'm Gary, whats up??' and all these guys and girls come running up to me saying '**** its Gary!!! So great to see you!!!! Lets get Gary a drink!!'

My friends were looking at me saying 'Gary??' but they went along with it. The unknown people dragged me down to the bar. I ordered a jug of pale ale at the bar and as I said 'ale' I slammed my debit card down on the bar and it broke in two. The woman had barely poured 200mL into the jug when she looked at me and said 'you have to leave'. All the unknown people were saying 'nooo Gary noo!!' Staaaay!' but there was no getting any alcohol from that place.

We walked to our hostel on Elizabeth St. The hostel has a bar on the first floor, and our room was on the 5th or 6th floor. We tried to go up the escalators to go through the bar to our room but the bouncers thought we were just drunken people looking for another drink (possibly guilty as charged) so they wouldn't let us in. No problemo, we used our swipe cards at the lobby next door to get in and up to the bar via the lift. We then thought it would be funny to leave the bar, so the bouncers would see us and go 'hang on, we didn't let those dudes in!!' so we left the bar downstairs via the escalators and said goodbye to the bouncers who looked rather quizzical. We then thought it would be funny to do this about 12 more times. Up the lift, down the escalators to wave goodbye to the bouncers. By the 8th or 9th time they said ENOUGH!! and threatened up with physical violence. Good time to go to bed. And there's my drunken story.

There was another time we stayed in the same hostel, we went to the Tool concert and took bucketloads of acid, and when we were back in our hostel room still tripping balls a half naked wet Japanese man who had come from the showers walked in and freaked us all totally out, (he was assigned the wrong room by the hostel staff) but that story's for another day.

How the **** are you Gary? It's been ages mate.