Hit the Door: User Reviews

In town for the weekend, my friends and I asked our hotel shuttle driver to take us to a good bar. I guess it was his terrible idea of a joke that he drove a few miles down the road and let us all out at Hit the Door, tires practically squeeling as he slammed the van door behind us and sped away.

We walked in and every face in the joint swiveled around to give our group a look of pure hatred that we had darkened the door of their establishment. These were some rough characters here, with an even rougher sense of what passed as music--it was karaoke night and someone on the other side of the building was apparently burning a cat in front of a microphone.

I ordered a Bud from the ogre tending bar and promptly made my way out onto the front patio, yelling over the cacophony to my friends "I'm not sure this is my scene." Outside, I called the hotel and told them to have the shuttle turn right back around and come get me and whoever was coming with me. Ten minutes, they said. A few of us sat down to drink our beers, assuming we could at least expect ten minutes of peace while we waited. That's when, a few feet away, a man in shades stood up out of his patio chair, grabbed a woman by the throat and yelled "Keep your fucking hands off my dog you bitch!"

The woman, acting dazed, pried his hands from her neck and bent down to the ground to put her hands all over the man's dog at his feet. The man groped blindly at the air where her neck had been, rage written across his face, screaming "I'll kill you if you touch my fucking dog! I'll kill you!" He didn't get the chance, as the other people in the company of this woman pulled her to her feet out of the man's reach. She staggered upward, away from the man who was still screaming and pointing in a direction where nobody was standing. She went for the seeing-eye dog again, but those around her pulled her into the bar. At this point the blind man had had enough for one night and wandered off.

Five minutes later, the woman literally stumbled out of the bar and, finding no handicapped people to molest, decided to sit next to me. She locked eyes with me seductively like a zombie hooker, put her hand on my thigh and dug her fingers into my leg. I decided I'd just walk back to the hotel and stood up to go get any friend who would accompany me. My new date stood up with me.

As I made my way to the door I found myself fending off grabs for my arms, hands, and chest as the woman attempted to block my way mumbling "No. No. No. No." When I finally made it to the door, a fat bald man slurred "Hey man. She's with us and and her family is right next door so don't be taking advantage of her." "Not a chance," I told him.

Soon thereafter, the shuttle arrived. I and one other friend managed to dodge the meth-head woman on the way out, climbed into the van and told the driver to get us the hell out of there, glad to have escaped without a knife in the ribs.

Needless to say, great bar, highly recommended.

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