I am never going to Club Five again.
Last week I got a flyer advertising their Monday night party: “$1 Corona, $1 Burgers, $1 Hot Dogs.” We’ve been looking for a Monday night hang-out spot so this was worth a try. On Monday night I go with Insomnia and his brother, and take the flyer with me just in case they try to renege on the $1 burgers that we so desperately craved.
We get there and are hit with a $10 cover, which of course was not mentioned on the flyer. Any possible savings from this happy hour evaporated quickly as I sucked it up and let Insomnia pay. We won’t be saving money on burgers, but we can still have a good time, I thought.
I go to the bar to get 4 corona’s and 5 burgers. Even those of you who didn’t quite make it up to calculus know that the total comes to $9. Bartender comes back… “fourteen dollars.”
“The burgers are $2,” he says.
I knew they would try to pull this shit, so I grab for the flyer. As far as I’m concerned, this flyer is my contract for a one dollar burger. I show him the flyer, he looks at it, and then says, “They told me it’s $2,” and points to the general area behind him. I take a deep breath and give him my money.
Believe me when I say I tried to let it go. I really did. But I can’t stop staring at the stupid flyer. The printed “$1” prices are mocking me, saying “Haha we’re totally fucking you over and you can’t do anything about it.” I can’t let it go.
There is a guy fixing the speakers who doesn’t look like a total idiot, so I go to him and ask him about the burger price. Thirty minutes pass and I finally get my five additional burger coupons. We eat our topping-less burgers, make fun of the 80% male crowd, and proceed to the nearest white trash bar, Lucky Bar, to witness the glory that was their salsa night.
Don’t clubs want people to return? Is it really that hard to serve a product at an advertised price, and not give an attitude when you’re called out trying to rip off your customers? Oh yeah, after we finished our 10 burgers (2.5 pounds of cow), I overhear the barbecue guy say “We’re out of buns, sorry.” Assholes.