I think I’ve mentioned this before, but a few years ago I took my then father-in-law to the pub in Dublin. He was standing outside the door of the pub having a cigarette, when two shifty-looking underaged lads walked up to him.
“Are we still barred?” they asked him, mistaking him for a bouncer.
“Yes you are,” he replied. “Now fuck off.”
And off they fucked. 
They need to ask for id first, in my casual opinion. At the time of taking the order. Collecting money is usually done after the drink is delivered. And when in doubt, yes, they should refuse to serve the person. But keeping both the drink and the money after taking the order and the money? That’s chickenshit.
This is kind of different. I’ve been permanently banned from working at Weta Digital visual effects studio, for “revealing” secrets on the internet after a visit. This was back in 1996, though, and I haven’t tested that since. Maybe they’d change their mind if I turned out to be a brilliant artist, available just when they needed one.
Shame I’m below average, really.
It is definitely the bars mistake for not requesting an ID before pouring the drink, so yes, the bar should pay for it’s mistake. Also, calling the police was entirely unnecessary.
I used to run a restaurant next to a college campus, and had daily headaches with college kids trying to give beer to their underage friends. I was a real stickler for making sure everyone in a group that bought beer showed their IDs, or nobody drank.
However, in this case the bartender was the one who made the mistake - he should have asked for ID first. Before making the drink and collecting the money. So in this situation, he should have owned up to his mistake and given the refund.
I think I have told this story here before…
In Sacramento, many years ago, I was driving around with friends and I really, truly had to go to the bathroom (as in, immediately and…er…explosively).
We stopped at a bar and I ran in- it was a single unisex toilet. I was in there for the appropriate amount of time - that is, no longer than it actually took, but given my stomach upset, it probably took longer than it normally would have. If you see what I mean.
I came out of the bathroom and the bartender/waitress - old, leathery looking and someone who had availed herself of too many ciggies and too much alcohol over the many years by the looks of her - starts literally screaming at me about how I need to get out of her bar, how junkies shouldn’t be allowed to live, etc.
I was absolutely dumbfounded. I tried to explain I’d just used the bathroom, but she was convinced I’d been shooting up in there (and it was Sacramento in the summertime, and we were headed off to go swimming, so I had on a sleeveless shirt). She said she’d call the cops. I got mad and told her to go ahead. My friend who was with me WAS holding - not heroin or anything, just some weed - and he hauled me out of there as she was screaming at me not to ever come back.
So yeah, 86ed for being in the john too long! Weird.
Oh boy. MAYO? Now, I believe that mayo has its place in certain sandwiches, but this guy is truly uncouth. Mayo is completely unexpected on a BBQ sandwich, no reasonable person would expect to have to tell the sandwich maker not to put mayo on such an item, and you had every right to avoid eating something that you know will cause problems.
I’ve seen and read many disturbing things on the net, but this might be the worst.
i. Husband was permanently banned from the Tiger Lounge in Manchester due to some weird promoter misunderstanding / stand-in manager dickwaving after his band played once. As they were obviously not cool rowdy sorts but rather a friendless nerdy surf band, the ban was retracted the next day.
I think the manager might have been fired, actually. All I know is the incident somehow culminated in Pete the drummer proving an academic point by downing a bottle of wine on the spot. I’m not sure how this logically transpired, but it sounds like Pete.
ii. No-one is ever permanently banned from my local so long as they say sorry with reasonable sincerity. Graham - the prog-rock survivor with tinnitus who services most of the North-West’s kebab houses in his green veg van and who once gifted me with a dragonfruit for no reason - sometimes bars himself, but that’s as far as it goes.
I’m thinking good user name.
Nobody wants to know how the Dopers got kicked out/banned from the restaurant?
I do! Someone else asked though, and I didn’t want to be “posting 'me too! like some brain-dead AOLer” (I’m sure we’re all hip enough to know that ref … )
Yes, and probably. You know how the memory is with those of us who got edumacated behind the Redwood Curtain.
One time I was banned from the city’s Historical Society.
Me. My children. And my children’s children.
For three months.
Being a small-town prosecutor, I know a lot of people who are “permanently banned” from places, in the sense that they’ve been formally served with a criminal trespass warning by the sheriff or the city PD. In fact, there’s this one guy in town who we jokingly say can’t go anywhere anymore; all the clubs, convenience stores, and even Wal-Mart have trespass warnings against him. He’s just a rowdy drunk, is all.
I think people do, but so far no one who was there has popped by the thread.
I’d actually be somewhat surprised to find that is the only bar Dopers have been banned from. I - a nice, law-abiding citizen - have TWICE had run-ins with police officers in the company of Dopers. Nothing came of it either time, but it goes to show that Dopefest + booze = bad behavior.
We had a guy like that in my small town too (actually several, but he was by far the pack leader). He had notices of criminal trespass at what seemed like 85% of the businesses in town; we used to joke that he had to walk down the center stripe in the street to keep from trespassing anywhere. Trying to explain his legal situation to him was like pulling teeth, he generally kept coming over on jail call repeatedly until you told him he had time served. Then he was generally back on jail call within two weeks. Life sentence, 30 days at a time.
Any particular reason?
In all seriousness, I was banned from a casino once.
Two friends and I went to the MGM grand when on spring break, fake IDs in hand. OK, technically only my two friends had fake IDs (and they were really good ones too). I just used my crappy ass Kansas driver’s license with (at that time) no security protection on it whatsoever. I changed the “7” in the date to a “2” with a fine marker and VOILA! Instantly 5 years older*.
We all went up to a blackjack table and plopped our money down. The dealer checks our IDs one by one, and then slides over the chips. Rockstar! For the rest of the day, I discover that no one checks your ID if you come to the table with chips already in hand.
So after about three hours I’m breaking even and my two friends have burned through their money. One decides to go to the teller and withdraw some more. They ask to see his ID. Genius that he is, he uses his fake ID for this transaction. The fake ID with the fake address on it.
Well two minutes later, there’s three security behind us asking if we could follow them into the back room. My friend and I get sat down in a room that looks like a waiting area in a doctor’s office. The one that used the ID gets taken back even further.
So one of the security starts talking to us. At one point he says “your friend’s not too bright, is he?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know he could have used his real ID to get money from the teller. There’s no law that says you have to be 21 to do that.”
He’s seen us on the camera playing the games. He knows exactly what we’ve been doing for the past few hours. He wants to see our ID and asks us how we got through security. He seemed like a nice guy. Honestly I think that’s all he was concerned about is figuring out how us three knuckleheads managed to breeze through the joint so easily.
The guy looks at my ID. Looks at me. Starts scratching at the ID, and then just shakes his head.
Meanwhile this same friend is in the back room spilling his guts about what he did in the third grade and Area 51 and the whereabouts of Jimmy Hoffa to get out of trouble.
In the end, nothing major happened. The confiscated their two IDs and gave me back mine because it was real. Then they escorted us off the premises and said we were banned from the casino for a year.
A year. We were 19. So I guess we were free to try this stunt again at 20. Alas, that never happened, though I did go back at 21 and had no problem whatsoever.
*As an interesting side note to the changing the ID in this almost comically obvious manner, it worked 99% of the time. No bar refused me. Casinos had no problem. One time I completely forgot to change it back and a cop who pulled me over wrote on his warning ticket the wrong birthdate! You know the one who caught me? Applebees. Friggin Applebees when I ordered some stupid Kahlua milkshake concoction.
We can bring up the records one of several ways
License plate
VIN
last 8 of the VIN
customer last name (probably the most used method)
We would not bounce a guy because he bought a car from that Ahole. Hell if we found out he had to deal with this jerk, we would probably give him a discount for A) making sure we never had to see Mr. Jerk again, and B) Because we felt sorry for him having to deal with the guy.*
*The morning after the unpleasantness with Mr. Jerk went down, I called the car company’s consumer affairs dept to advise them that he would probably be calling to complain. Here is the exact way the phone call started
CA: Hit this is ___________
Me: Hi ________ It’s Rick, and I’m sorry.
CA: ?? Your sorry? About what?
Me: You are going to have to talk to this jerk, I know he will be calling
CA: He that bad?
Me: The worst I have ever seen, we refused to deal with him last night
Phone call went from there. When I got back from lunch I had a voice mail from her in consumer affairs. I called back
CA: You were right, hell if anything you underestimated how bad he was.
Me: That is why I apologized.
I was told that I was never welcome back to the town of Kerrick, Minnesota. We were accused of vandalizing the school. We did go in to the school and looked around, mainly because it was a curiosity. It was obviously abandoned, had suffered a partial roof collapse and had been tagged and vandalized all over. I’m pretty sure we were banned because of the heavily drunken game of sumo softball we played in it’s field afterward. Sumo softball involves wearing shorts or underwear firmly pulled up one’s butt crack, and drinking a beer for every base reached. Keeping score or strike counts is discouraged. Our mistake was not realizing that the small cafe overlooking the field was open, and half of the town was in it.
I have never found the need to return to Kerrick.